Flotsam & Jetsam
Drift
- me
- empty air
- pick a window
- 12 yr old with a gun
- missing
- blindside
- remember
- destructive signs
- smoked out
- poets tell
this one is the darkest and the lyrics prove it. Jason b. Ward writes most of the installments and are about his late brother who played bass for ministry. some songs are slow and others even bring out the acoustic guitars but thrash none the less. --Anonymous
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“Still searching for our way, our way through the dark. Mountains we left behind, the fire and it's spark. Fighting the spell, drowning coins into the wishing well. Dreams turned to Nightmares and Heaven turned to Hell.”
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