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 is alive tonight
theres people writhing in its

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

the wine is
the full of stars
theres a mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the lovers
pulse and moan
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

in the masters chair
lord golds facea blank
pleasure 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 BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT

and outside of these walls these nothing exists
and inside of walls theres flesh + gold and blood in the wine
outside theres barren emotional
we drink, dream + cum inside
here no pain
HERE.....SHE.......COMES
WASH OFF THE FILTH AND HER
shower her body with and incense
fill her with 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 filling the
indulging the inner, the outer
shes brought he
his empty it lingers....
...he a cats paw- against a toy drum
his WILL be done.

(FIN)