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 alive
theres people in its veins

sunken in the masters
lord golds facea survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a golden
and turn to receive when it again

the is fire
the whiskys of stars
theres a deaf mute in a bunny
the bar
the lovers
they and moan
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

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

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

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

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

(FIN)