Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

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

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

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

and outside of these walls these walls exists
and inside of these walls flesh + gold and blood in the wine
theres barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, dream + cum
here no pain
HERE.....SHE.......COMES
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body julep and incense
fill her jewels covered 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
indulging the inner, denying the
brought before he
his empty it lingers....
...he a cats paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)