Quitter

thieves came to steal my soul empty-handed they're
going home you can't take what i don't own i offer
no reward i sold it all for self-control we're at the
mercy of the rising tide we are the lambs in line for
sacrifice please learn your lessons well hindsight
is unforgiving some errors the tragic ones you'll make
them only once no second best no runner up our prescription
for salvation is on empty medication we pursue went
like lambs to the slaughter