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 glides over
the is alive tonight
theres writhing in its veins

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

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

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

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

beyond these nothing exists
here theres flesh + gold and in the wine
theres barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, dream + cum
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
WASH OFF THE AND BRING HER
shower her body julep 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
the inner, denying the outer
shes before he
his empty it lingers...
...he beats a cats against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)