Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

the is fire
the full of stars
theres a mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the FUCK
they and moan
paying tribute
at the of a porcelain.......

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

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

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

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

(FIN)