Grace from Backrooms by Anthony Ruptak
Grace, you made it this far
You've got your friends and your kids sweating bullets
On the front of your lawn
Hey, would you give the church a call
Tell em I don't wanna go to heaven
I don't wanna meet god anymore
Grace, you'll make a hell of a song
But in your brain, carcinomas take the place
Of your rights and your wrongs
Rain finally begins to fall
It rolls down your face before you disappear
Behind the hospice walls
Faith, well its a hell of a drug
You need a little more every time
Unless you give it up
And face the music on your own
Or fit yourself into a life where you never felt you belonged
Anthony Ruptak is a Colorado-based musician who writes and performs his original work with a simple mission: to explore the effects of the human condition. His music ranges from vulnerable acoustic performances to raucous and maximalist multi-instrumental experiences, with his intricate lyrics always at the forefront. Ruptak has been performing in Denver for over 15 years.