Lord Gold Throneroom Lyrics - Horse

the lights are on 

the tvs off 

the floors are flesh and silk 

both sinfully soft 

skin glides over silk 

and silk glides over skin 

the penthouse is alive tonight 

theres people writhing in its veins 

sunken in the masters chair 

lord golds facea blank survey 

women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand 

and turn to receive when it waves again 

the wine is fire 

the whiskys full of stars 

theres a deaf mute in a bunny suit 

working the bar 

the lovers FUCK 

they pulse and moan 

passion paying tribute 

at the foot of a porcelain....... 

sunken in the masters chair 

lord golds facea blank survey 

women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand 

and turn to receive when it waves again 

STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN EMPTY CAROUSEL 

PROMISING PLEASURE BUT OFFERING NONE! 

....she feels him, 

WATCHING GAZING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT 

and outside of these walls these walls nothing exists 

and inside of these walls theres flesh + gold and blood in the wine 

outside theres barren emotional landscapes 

here we drink, dream + cum inside 

here theres no pain 

HERE.....SHE.......COMES 

WASH OFF THE FILTH AND BRING HER 

shower her body with julep and incense 

fill her with jewels covered in cum 

sacrificed in HIS alter of passions 

the golden day has come 

the lights are all off now 

and the love growing louder 

the pink, throbbing and filling the room 

indulging 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. 

(FIN)