Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are flesh and
both soft
glides over silk
and silk over skin
the penthouse is tonight
theres people in its veins

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

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

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

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

beyond walls nothing exists
here theres flesh + and blood in the wine
outside theres barren landscapes
here we drink, dream + cum
here no pain
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE FILTH AND HER
shower her body with and incense
fill her with covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the day ahas come

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

(FIN)