Never Leave A Job Half Done

"Blood stains on the carpet, blood stains on my hands. Drag her toward the kitchen, hide the evidence.

Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect things, if they never show.

The crisis posed a question, just beneath the skin. The virtue in my veins replied, 'Quitters never win'.

She almost ruined everything.

Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect things, if they never show."