Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the floors are flesh and
both sinfully
glides over silk
and silk glides over
the is alive 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 it waves again

the is fire
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 chair
lord facea blank survey
pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand
and turn to receive when it waves

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

beyond walls nothing exists
here theres flesh + gold and blood in the
outside theres emotional landscapes
we drink, dream + cum inside
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
OFF THE FILTH AND BRING HER
shower her body with julep and
fill her with covered in cum
sacrificed in HIS alter of
the day ahas come

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and filling the
indulging the inner, denying the
brought before he
his gaze it lingers...
...he beats a paw- against a toy drum
his WILL be done.

(FIN)