Rat Storm - Empty Hands

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Recorded by Carl Byers // Clandestine Arts Recording in Indianapolis, IN.

Co-released with Profane Existence and IFB Records.

#12 in the 2013 Profane Existence Limited Edition Single Series.

Pressed on random colored vinyl and dark "grass" green vinyl.

Rat Storm is:
Joel - Bass
Jon - Drums
Nathalie - Vocals
Zach - Gutiar

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released November 29, 2013

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Track Name: Monuments
Inhale rotten air with the taste of defeat
from this system of competition where we’ve only gained anxiety
and this feeling of never quite having enough.
We shop more and think less as we cut ourselves off.
Trapped in this fish bowl battling for each wasted breath,
my lifestyle is a prison with no future left.
So connected to everyone, but I’ve never felt so alone
DESTROY WHAT YOU’VE BUILT; DESTROY WHAT YOU OWN.

We’ve built MONUMENTS to our ENSLAVEMENTS and we glorify the loss of compassion
We’ve built MONUMENTS to our ENSLAVEMENTS and we glorify the collapse of intellect

I’ve witnessed what this creates and it makes me fucking sick to the core.
I can’t break away from these chains; I’ve gained nothing but still want more.

We are a culture of slaves cursing the sky;
we worship our chains and never ask why.
There exists no power except that which we give.
RETHINK WHAT YOU VALUE; RECLAIM HOW YOU LIVE.

Destroy this religion; destroy all this shit.
Burn down the system and tear down monuments.
Break through the walls that leave us all so alone.
DESTROY WHAT YOU BUILD; DESTROY WHAT YOU OWN.
Track Name: Destroy/Create
With these two hands I can destroy your whole world.
Desire to create; compelled to destroy.

Destroy/create this bullshit privilege power structure.
Destroy/create a place, home, purpose, meaning.

With these two hands I will replant this seed,
to grow a new world where the dead can speak.

With these two hands I can build a new world.
Desire to create, compelled to destroy.

With these two hands I’ll replant this seed
and a grow a world where the dead can speak.
Track Name: Down in Flames
Are we quietly living or silently dying?
I’d talk to the walls, but the walls are screaming at me.
Blood fills their mouths and spills from the screen
into unblinking eyes, watching, waiting.

I’m suffocating on these toxic breaths;
the smell of electricity and ionized air.
Don’t open your eyes- don’t look too deep.
If you remember your lines then they allow you to breathe.

You’re drowning, we’re all dying
but I’m going down in flames.

Are we quietly living or silently dying?
Entranced by walls of images and talking heads on TV.
Blood fills their mouths and spills from the screen
to fill the silence with sounds of no meaning

You’re drowning, we’re all dying
but I’m going down in flames
Track Name: Collapse
Breath short, vision blurred,
sick inside, stomach turns.
Distorted vision or a distorted world?
Dead eyes in the image of a living girl.

COLLAPSE

Taught to feel self-hatred, isolation, and no escape.
Superficial values are used to define success.
Marked at birth to fit an image, play a part, or fill a mold.
So we undervalue creativity and intellect.

COLLAPSE

Beauty scars beneath skin deep.
Blood spilled for a lie that we are dying to keep
and a system of false heroes to perpetuate a myth
and a standard of beauty that I long to forget.
Track Name: Chemicals
Stagnate, apathetic, alone, paralyzed.
No hope, no pain, no feeling, nothing.

Blood pumps to the brain, chemicals drain down.
Just electrical impulses; no control, no control.

A startling contrast; grind white knuckles to bare bone.
Just electrical impulses; no control, no control.

PEEL OFF THIS SKIN, PEEL OFF THIS FACE.
REVEAL THE MONSTER THAT HIDES UNDERNEATH.
Track Name: Empty Hands
We’ve been fed ideologies and corrupted from birth,
so abandon this setup and erase these ideas
of “deserved” and “earned” and of money and wealth.
REDEFINE. REINTERPRET. UNLEARN, UNLEARN!

It’s easy to just fall in line.
Authority is comforting.
But it weakens the heart and stifles your thoughts
and cuts you apart from the Universe.

We’re all gonna suffer, we’re all gonna bleed;
it’s the human condition, our reality.
But it brings us together and binds beyond choice.
EMPTY HANDS, OWNING NOTHING BUT WHAT YOU GIVE

We’re all gonna suffer; we’re all gonna bleed.
It’s the human condition: shared misery.

The system - UNLEARN!
Unlearn the system that silences and teaches to build walls.
Strip the uniform that cloaks the animals and darkens your heart.
Break the chains that bind us to the things that we hate.
Wounds the spirit and makes us forget to live, love, create.