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 sh**ty 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