Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are and silk
both soft
skin glides silk
and silk over skin
the penthouse is alive
theres people in its veins

in the masters chair
lord golds facea survey
pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand
and to receive when it waves again

the is fire
the whiskys full of
a deaf mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the FUCK
they and moan
passion paying
at the of a porcelain.......

sunken in the chair
lord golds facea blank
pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand
and turn to receive it waves again

STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN EMPTY
PROMISING BUT OFFERING NONE!
....she him,
GAZING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT

and outside of these walls these walls nothing
and inside of these walls theres flesh + gold and in the wine
outside theres barren landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here theres no
HERE.....SHE.......COMES
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body with and incense
fill her with jewels in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the golden day has

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and the room
the inner, denying the outer
shes before he
his empty it lingers....
...he beats a cats paw- against a toy
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)