Behind Redacted Lines

by Launch Control

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Behind Redacted Lines is the brand new EP from Launch Control featuring the single The Perfect Murder. To order an exclusive physical copy visit Umlaut Records online.

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released October 30, 2016

Recorded and produced by Alex Jay Steer
All songs by Lee Switzer
All music by Launch Control
Physical copies available on Umlaut Records

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Track Name: Cloak & Dagger Pt 2
There's a hallucinogen in the system
The blur in our vision, the gun to our head
The terror we fund, the recruited young
Votes that are won with a promise to never...

Cheat, lie, destabilise
You never have to win
If you keep changing the rules to the fight
Lie, destabilise
Distorting everything we see

From the rooftop the city is burning
The picture you're painting, the red that you spill
The taint in the truth, the trust that's abused
The roll of the news give you momentum to...

Cheat, lie, destabilise
You never have to win
If you keep changing the rules to the fight
Lie, destabilise
Distorting everything we see
Track Name: The Perfect Murder
We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms
Until we're lost in the catacombs
Of the life we buy
Of the death we choose
And it's the perfect murder

See the test subjects suppress their doubts
You can steal anything from them
They're so indifferent to it now
Drop the scraps for the rats
Let them fight it out
Keep the poison sweet
Starve the habit, feed the need

We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms
Until we're lost in the catacombs
Of the life we buy
Of the death we choose
And it's the perfect murder

See the actors fight for the better parts
You can have anything you want
If you can act without your heart
Aim your gun at their feet
And watch them dance
(to the beat of ignorance)
Call the war drums art
They'll soon learn how to march

We build ourselves up
With the aid of a crutch
That will soon turn to rust

We build ourselves up in these catalogue rooms
Until we're lost in the catacombs
Of the life we buy
Of the death we choose
And it's the perfect murder

We kill ourselves for our greed
Our green screen false reality
Kick the chair from our feet
And it's the perfect murder
Track Name: False Witness
Avert your eyes from the scene of the crime
Take your bystander guilt and go home for the night
Now we’re all predisposed, to keep our minds closed
Watch the world decompose
And act like we couldn’t have known

Swear to tell the truth
The truth that’s convenient for you

Can you even tell the difference
Between the deceived and the false witness?
Can I trust my survival instinct
Not to sell out my conviction?
What becomes of the silent victim?

Choose to buy in and believe the magic
Place your card in the deck, turn your head for the switch
It’s the choice that you make, picture you frame
Where sadness is masked by the smile on your face

But you still swear to tell the truth
The truth that’s convenient for you
Swear to tell the truth

Can you even tell the difference
Between the deceived and the false witness?
Can I trust my survival instinct
Not to sell out my conviction?
What becomes of the silent victim?

The silence makes me shake
I can’t stop the twitching in my face
It’s a tell, a tell, tell sign
I can’t tell a lie
Lying awake for days at a time
Track Name: Dying Echo
Through the silence
We hear them howl like wolves
All the fears they've fed
All the lies they've groomed
To breach defences
Take leave of our senses
But no, we won't let go
S.O.S
I am a dying echo
Track Name: Moving Targets
We are the campaign trail, they'll lay their footprints
And sell the line that it's safer to walk in
The shadows they cast, and just to forget
The questions we've asked
That they haven't answered yet

We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to be moving targets
We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to leave our questions marks

They'll twist their slogans and pins from their rosettes
To pick the lock of their key demographic
And play on our grief and fear like a psychic
They can sell false hope
We don't have to buy it

We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to be moving targets
We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to leave our questions marks

We are the vote, we are the news
We choose
Don't go to them, they'll come to you
We are the beaten black and blue
Abused
Don't work for them they work for you

We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to be moving targets
We are the crosses
They are the boxes
We have the power to leave our questions marks
Track Name: A Highly Classified Lie
I don’t want to be the prize
The one you win, the one you buy
I don’t want to be the poster child
For the life they advertise

It’s a sham, it’s a game of credentials
To suffocate your true potential
Hang it from the company line

We hide behind redacted lines
An honest life is hard to find
When even the lies are classified

I don’t want to be the stone
Not the weapon that you throw
Not the cracking in the glass, of the past
Of your so called home sweet home

It’s the feeling that the worst will happen
Repeating like fractal patterns
Choking up the air supply

We hide behind redacted lines
An honest life is hard to find
When even the lies are classified

We won’t be kept like secrets
Will not be kept anymore