Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are flesh and
both soft
glides over silk
and silk over skin
the is alive tonight
theres people writhing in its

sunken in the masters
lord golds facea blank
women pleasure men at the wave of a hand
and to receive when it waves again

the wine is
the whiskys full of
theres a deaf mute in a bunny
the bar
the FUCK
pulse and moan
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

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

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

and outside of these walls these nothing exists
and inside of these walls theres flesh + gold and in the wine
theres barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
theres no pain
HERE.....SHE.......COMES
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body with and incense
fill her jewels covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS alter of
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 gaze it lingers....
...he beats a cats paw- a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)