Patient Proxy

Doctor, doctor... Can you hear me?

The patient proxy is, experiencing a slow burn. 
But maybe it's just me, and my lack of belief.
The metal that contaminates the light outside.
Blinds my eyes, and never brings me relief. 
But maybe it's just me, and my lack of a belief.
Because I know you don't believe in, anything.
You don't believe, in anything.

We're skin deep now, waiting for the edge. 
So we can forget why we're here again.
The light can't break through six inch windows.
And I don't think hell is a place for sin. 

Now the choices you make, the patience is waning.
As the burn grows stronger, release is soon needed.
But this battle within your heart, wars are raging. 
Because you know, just like them, warnings heeded.
Now you think of all these things so far underneath.
But I can't see beneath you, we're all beneath you.
Because I know you don't understand the words. 
But I could never ask you to believe, in anything.

We're skin deep now, waiting for the edge. 
So we can forget why we're here again.
The light can't break through six inch windows.
And I don't think hell is a place for sin. 

The patient proxy is, experiencing a slow burn. 
Something never seen in this life before.
As an escape is contemplated, while more are just committed.
The clock just goes on more and more. 
But you know, you can never leave this place. 
Not your cell, your mind, you're on the inside.
And I don't think hell is a place for sin.