Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

the is fire
the whiskys full of
theres a deaf mute in a suit
the bar
the FUCK
they pulse and
paying tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

in the masters chair
lord facea blank survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a hand
and turn to receive it waves again

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

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

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and the room
indulging the inner, denying the
brought before he
his gaze it lingers....
...he beats a cats paw- against a toy
his WILL be done.

(FIN)