Threshold - Beck

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

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

Reaching my threshold

(My threshold)

My threshold

(My threshold)

My threshold

(Reaching my threshold)

My threshold