Belief Inoculation

It’s getting crowded here this dome shaped prison cell
Synaptic isolation confine my friends to hell

Of all the things I am a killer is but one of them
Belief inoculation my rampant mortal disease

This sour existence that I lead
It brings me closer to the end I see
Will God accept this hollow shell
Or will he deliver me to hell

I accept his bitter judgment and bow before his grace
I will repent all sins to feel the bars of heavens gate

A cast of thousands lurk within
They wait the handlers call
A coded message . . . ends it all