Lyrics Disarmed - Thrice

Disarmed

We were sons of insurrection
Doomed to face the dark alone
Till vicarious perfection
Dearly won, was made our own
So where’s your landslide, where’s your victory?
Tell me now, where’s your sting?
Unassailable you waited, the great enemy of man
Till your awful jaws were sated
And we were ransomed from your hand
So where’s your landslide, where’s your victory?
Tell me now, where’s your sting?
Now that you have been disarmed
We will cross over unharmed