Disaffector EP

by Toxins

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This is Toxins' long awaited 3rd EP. Taken from material seen by many as a heavier direction for the band since their earlier releases. We are making this available via a "pay what you want" policy, but assure you that any proceeds will go towards a full length album. It can be downloaded for free on mp3 from here with limited CDs at £2.50 which are also available for free at any forthcoming Toxins gig.... so make sure you get yourself to one, and have a good time!

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released 17 February 2013
Recorded/mixed at The Gasworks (Unsigned Studios), St Albans by Shane Shanahan August 2012. Produced by Toxins with Shane Shanahan. All songs by Ky Wilkinson except "Disaffector" by Dill Tasker/Ky Wilkinson. All songs arranged by Toxins. Toxins are: Ky Wilkinson- guitar, lead vocals, Dill Tasker- bass, vocals, Joe "Oxfez" Passi- drums, vocals. All songs © 2013 Toxins Ltd. All rights reserved.

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Track Name: Disaffector
If you're hair's long or your clothes are humming, get the fuck out, the police are coming!

They aint gonna serve you or protect you, with cold-hearted bigotry they'll inject you.

With intrusive eyes they wanna suspect you, you're an easy lay, they don't respect you.

Need for order and restraint's been exploited, it's at you their finger's pointed.

Wave your wedge as you transmit your hard pledge, I knew someday somehow folks would get the message

That you've closed your ears, inflicted selfish fears, now rage attacks your helmeted snears...

Now they accuse the dead one, (disaffector) didn't even have a real gun. No reason and the justice never was done... they got a holiday.

Only killing by your hand could be in error, while we're paying for your reign of terror.

Execution without trial right there on the street, and you think these weathered faces will retreat?

Taken too much from the crooked architects, who impede on them and tell them it protects.

There's no order in the world you look down on, you're only there to take the fallen.

Wave your wedge as you transmit your hard pledge, I knew someday somehow folks would get the message

That you've closed your ears, inflicted selfish fears, now rage attacks your helmeted snears...

Now they accuse the dead one, (disaffector) didn't even have a real gun. No reason and the justice never was done.. they got a holiday.

Miners/minors... minorities... activists... addicts... the homeless... new-age-travellers... incur mindless violence in the name of the law. #scream#

Protection... complexion... they give no shelter.

Wave your wedge as you transmit your hard pledge, I knew someday somehow folks would get the message

That you've closed your ears, inflicted selfish fears, now rage attacks your helmeted snears...

© 2012 Ky Wilkinson
Track Name: Important Message
Every following generation takes a little of our soul, as we live the degradation, through the riddle,
We are told lies - through bright lights, hypnotised - by their sound bites

Now I'm cast an aberration, couldn't cope within the mould, fallen weary from creation, searching hope but feel
Sold out - of young insight, I call out - for new foresight

But I feel so safe, as you invade my space, watch you kill me slowly

I'm decaying over years, I'm decaying over days, your omnipotence is burning, devastating,
Saying what I - am supposed to be, live my life - through state TV

I feel so safe, as you invade my space, watch you kill me slowly

You're missing from me, liberty - you were never there
You're missing from me, humanity - you were never there
(I do declare...)

I feel so safe, as you invade my space, watch you kill me slowly

© 2012 Ky Wilkinson. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Lambs To The Slaughter
No Mr. Folk, you mis-observe, your dignity is not preserved, you're just a puppet placed to serve all the disunity you deserve.
Our outlet is to buy our pleasures with it's spreading lie that this is all to gratify, just a surrender to the big EYE!

Distractions put in place, blind terror of reality among our race leads us into our servile quarter- lambs to the slaughter.
Still we cling onto our coerced sense of gratitude that we're not killed stood out in line, but kept alive to watch our de-cline.

...We never will be free, long as there is you and me ...We can hope to never die, but it's all a lie (Whoa)
...We never will be free, long as there is you and me.

Beyond hypnotic flags you drape, I just see smothered grey landscape, in publications sold to sooth my mind there's no illusion I can find.
This stage play is a farce, is there no wisdom in the years that pass to fear traded for brass? We're all supposed to be middle class!

You can't be left behind, even if you're peaceful and kind, perhaps that's why your every word's a fucking product placement.
Swallow what's put down your throat, your poison has no antidote, insidious your Gods have spread to further your displacement.

You're free to do what they tell you... You're free to love who they want you to...

...We never will be free long as there is you and me. ...We can hope to never die, but that's all a lie (Whoa)
...We never will be free, long as there is you and me.

Don't give me shit 'bout love and peace, it's only for your own species, if there's a profit to be made, your patronising guise will never fade.
For arrogance and bigotry from Uni to the Military, you're just another spokes-man, so drop the fucking hoax, man!

Still feeling pretty stoked, even though you're always broke, because you breath the holy smoke of tall stories ever spoke.
They've had their wicked way with the people of the UK, took a gleeful drag and blown the post-coital smoke in your face.

...We never will be free, long as there is you and me. ...We can hopeto never die, but it's all a lie (Whoa)
...We never will be free long as there is you and me.

© 2012 Ky Wilkinson. All rights reserved.