"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 creme de la creme, effeminate 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 creme de la creme, effeminate abyss And I'm reaching my threshold Staring at the truth till I'm blind My threshold I explode Reaching my threshold (My threshold) My threshold (My threshold) My threshold (Reaching my threshold) My threshold