walls closing in

so i've made plenty of my own mistakes
found a place to peddle with grace
locked up in this truly empty space
never thought of running away

so you feel that there is nothing left
treat me like all is lost and bereft
and as the message slowly crept
of all you saw, nothing kept

so we go down with history's desires
burned up in its passion's fires
a prophecy made for us to hire
spending our lifetimes to retire