Lord Gold Throneroom Lyrics - Singles - Horse The Band

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 veins 

Sunken 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 again 

The 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 porcelain 

Sunken 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 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 

Beyond 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 come 

The 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