"Went Like Lambs" by 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