Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

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

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

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

sunken in the chair
lord golds blank survey
pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand
and turn to when it waves again

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

beyond these walls exists
here theres flesh + gold and in the wine
theres barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE FILTH AND HER
shower her body with julep and
fill her with jewels in cum
sacrificed in HIS of passions
the golden day come

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

(FIN)