Disarmed - Thrice
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
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
