Horse The Band - Lord Gold Throneroom Lyrics

The lights are on
The TV's off
The floors are flesh and silk
Both sinfully soft

Skin glides over silk
Silk glides over skin
Penthouse is alive tonight
There's people writhing in its veins

Sunken in the master's chair
Lord Gold's face, a blank survey
Women pleasure men
At the wave of his golden hand
And turn to receive when it waves again

The wine is fire
The whiskey's full of stars
There's 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 master's 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

And outside of these walls, nothing exists
And outside of these walls
There's flesh and gold and blood in the wine
Outside, there's barren emotional landscapes

Here we drink and dream and cum inside
Here there's 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 for his alter of passions
The golden day has come
His golden day has come

And the lights are all off now
And the love, growing louder
The pink, throbbing, filling the room
Indulging the inner, denying the outer

She's brought before he
His empty gaze lingers
He beats a cat's paw against a toy drum
His golden will be done