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

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

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...

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

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

beyond these walls exists
here theres + gold and blood in the wine
outside theres emotional landscapes
we drink, dream + cum inside
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body julep and incense
fill her with jewels in cum
sacrificed in HIS alter of
the golden day ahas

the are all off now
and the love growing
the pink, throbbing and the room
the inner, denying the outer
shes before he
his empty it lingers...
...he beats a paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)