The King Is Dead by Thrnenkind Lyrics

I need to get out of this house
This whole city is haunting me
I cannot breathe within walls like these
Making me the weakling I am
What I remember is rain, always rain;
Always grey clouds in the morning sky
And this old shitty record player
Repeating the only record we had
You can't imagine how loud we had to turn it
To drown out the father's yelling;
Not to hear the mother's weeping;
To be safe from the noise
A home, which was never our home
A king, who yelled and hurt and drank
A queen, who loved and wept and fell
Children, who cried and dreamed and sank
Your blood circling in my black veins
I am your flesh, you are my chain
I am the fruit of your sear tree
Just left to rot, never set free