Thränenkind - 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 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