Cataracts from Backrooms by Anthony Ruptak

I started covering my tracks
And cleaning up my act
Someone stole our innocence

In the blizzard, we got a flat
I threw you to the asphalt
I think I nearly killed you

Peering through the fractured glass
You tried to put your boot through
Your wounded soul was screaming

In that tornado of the last
Brief sighting that we clung to
Our bright eyes still believing

I cut my lungs on spitting trash
Been sifting through the past
Each event like a dirty needle

I took for granted every chance
You gave me to be kind
I collapsed
I fucking folded

Neath that heavy molten shame
That permeates my brain
Every thought and feeling poisoned

I'm so damn sorry for the pain
The misdirected hate
How I wish I would've listened

I see it now, but it's too late
Way too late

These voluntary cataracts
The scales on my eyes
Fixed and dialed
Our bought religion

It was the peace that brought us back
To who we'd been before the child died
Of false protection

Beneath that suffocating weight
Laid beside us in our graves
We both need a new beginning

I miss you every single day
The errors of my ways
Tried and true
My lost perception

I see it now
But it's too late
Way too late
It's too late
Way too late

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.

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