Song | Disarmed |
Artist | Thrice |
Album | Major/Minor |
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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. | |
Now that you have been disarmed, we will cross over unharmed. |