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Behind Redacted Lines

by Launch Control

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machooper Excellent record. Loving it Favorite track: Moving Targets.
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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
2.
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
3.
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
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Dying Echo 00:59
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
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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
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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

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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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