Quitter - Went Like Lambs to the Slaughter

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