The King Is Dead 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 s***** 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.