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Lord Gold Throneroom

The lights are on

The t.v's off

The floors are flesh and silk

Both sinfully soft

Skin glides over silk

And silk over skin

The penthouse is alive tonight

Theres people writhing in its veinsSunken in the masters chair

Lord gold's face, a blank survey

Women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand

And turn to receive when it waves againThe wine is fire

The whiskeys full of stars

There's a deaf mute in a bunny suit

Working the bar

The loves fuck

They pulse and moan

Passion playing tribute

At the foot of a porcelainSunken in the masters chair

Lord gold's face a blank survey

Women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand

And turn to receive when it waves againStill his eyes are like an empty carousel

Promising pleasure but offering none!

She feels him

Watching gazing leering blankly vacant worthless golden perfectBeyond these walls nothing exists

Here there's flesh+gold and blood in the wine

Outside there's barren emotional landscape

Here we drink, dream+cum inside

Here there's no pain

Here she comes

Wash off the filth and bring her

Shower her body with jewels covered in cum

Sacrificed on his holy altar of passions

The golden day has comeThe lights are all off now

And the love growing louder

The pink, throbbing and filling the room

Indulging in the inner, denying the outer

Shes brought before he

His empty gaze it lingers

He beats a cats paw- against a toy drum

His golden will be done

Songwriters

ENGSTROM, BANEY, ARKENSTONE, PROPHET, WINNEKE, ISENPublished by

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