Threshold Songtext
von Sex Bob‐Omb

We are Sex Bob-Omb and we′re here to make
You think about death and get sad and stuff
This is the beginning of the song

I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
And I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind

My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I′m blind


My threshold
My threshold
Reaching my threshold

I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss
And I′m reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth till I'm blind

My threshold
I′ll explode

And I'm reaching my threshold
My threshold
My threshold
My threshold