Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are and silk
sinfully soft
skin over silk
and glides over skin
the penthouse is tonight
theres writhing in its veins

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

the is fire
the full of stars
a deaf mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the lovers
they pulse and
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

sunken in the chair
lord golds facea survey
women men at the wave of a golden hand
and turn to receive when it waves

STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN CAROUSEL
PROMISING PLEASURE BUT NONE!
....she him,
WATCHING GAZING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN

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

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

(FIN)