Grand Fissures by Romulus Rues

There are nomads on my roof, and they won't leave me alone/
They keep asking me and asking me, to find them a home/
I can't get no sleep at night/
Its my head vs my heart in an endless fight/
And there's a devil on my pillow, and he’s telling me to sin/
And though he went away once, I fear he's back again/
It seems I'm getting weaker, weaker all the time/
Seems I lack my luster, but oh how I used to shine//

Yes I know this is all in my head/
The ground beneath’s me fragile so lightly I tread/
Cause one wrong move and I'll be falling down/
Falling down//

Those Grand Fissures, in the ground/
Separating me, from all around/
Those Grand Fissures, in the ground/
The cracks are getting bigger I can hear the sound/
Hear the sound//

You look at me so sadly like you know something I don't/
And behind this mask I'm steamin mad, you want to say something but won't/
Is it about the lie I'm living?, cause behind these truths I'm faking/
I pray to be forgiven for all the things I'm breaking/
Broken up broken backs, and a broken heart, cause from the start/
I was casted wrong, this is not my part/
And although things seem all perfect and I'm dreamin all the time/
You'll never know the nightmares it took to write the rhyme//

• Folk
• Hudson Valley
• indie folk
• poc
• singer-songwriter
• Hyde Park