Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

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

in the masters chair
lord golds blank survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a golden
and turn to receive when it waves

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

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

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and the room
indulging the inner, the outer
shes brought he
his empty it lingers....
...he a cats paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)