Clementines from Backrooms by Anthony Ruptak

Monuments to 'merica
Rusted through but propped up tall
Holding on to hells that won't dissolve at all
We're coming for ya

Hold imaginary lines
Drones and tanks and clementines
God bless us and blackened time
Let the children starve and die
We're coming kids, we're coming

Now I'm sucking on the end of a battery
Wide awake in the wake of an apocalypse dream
Civil war raging in the comments section
of the holy heartless and the hateful lawless

So arm the elementary schools
And barricade the breeding pools
Fasten tight the old world rules
"Praise the penis"
Fuck these fools

Batten down your armories
With bibles and AR-15s
Name delusion prophecy
"Thank you to our brave police"
To uphold your burning-cross police
We're coming, yeah, we're coming for ya

I'm in hell
And everyone around really seems to love the heat
I can't tell
If anybody anybody wants what everybody needs

Here I am, twenty-eight
And my anger is a blind horse running with a loose bit
Where white men don't capitulate over gestation games and oil trades
But my god is a woman

No more time for saving face
Or saying grace or laying waste to scientific progress
Abandoning the masquerade
I'll trade my family for a future on this old retiring planet

So break the heart that holds your shame
Singing in the acid rain
Kill their love and scare em straight
We're coming for ya
We're coming for ya

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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