Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are and silk
both sinfully
skin over silk
and silk glides skin
the penthouse is tonight
people writhing in its veins

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

the wine is
the whiskys of stars
a deaf mute in a bunny suit
the bar
the FUCK
pulse and moan
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain...

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

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

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

the are all off now
and the love louder
the pink, and filling the room
indulging the inner, the outer
brought before he
his gaze it lingers...
...he beats a paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)