Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

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

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

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

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

the are all off now
and the love louder
the pink, throbbing and filling the
the inner, denying the outer
shes before he
his empty it lingers...
...he beats a cats paw- a toy drum
his WILL be done.

(FIN)