Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the are flesh and silk
both soft
glides over silk
and silk glides over
the penthouse is alive
theres writhing in its veins

sunken in the masters
golds facea blank survey
women men at the wave of a golden hand
and turn to when it waves again

the is fire
the whiskys of stars
theres a mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the lovers
pulse and moan
passion paying
at the of a porcelain.......

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

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

and outside of these walls these nothing exists
and inside of these theres flesh + gold and blood in the wine
outside theres barren landscapes
here we drink, dream + cum
here no pain
HERE.....SHE.......COMES
OFF THE FILTH AND BRING HER
shower her body julep and incense
fill her jewels covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the day has come

the are all off now
and the love louder
the pink, and filling the room
indulging the inner, denying the
shes brought he
his gaze it lingers....
...he beats a cats against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)