Thrice - Disarmed Lyrics

We were sons of insurrection
Doomed to face the dark alone
'Til vicarious perfection
Dearly won was made our own

So where's your landslide?
Where's your victory?
Tell me now
Where's your sting?

On a sail of boat 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