We are Sex Bob-Omb, and we're here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.
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.
- Sex Bob-Omb: Threshold.
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