Текст песни «Snapcase - Ten A.M.(Good Morning, Mr. Coelacanth)»

The opposition, carcinogenic sweat that hides.
The persecution, these hidden walls keep us aligned.
Yeah, they keep us in line.
Fourteen hours more.
Covert tonight.
The operation, a covert plan to get outside.
The consecration, an archetype of a will that shines.
Shining alive!
Will you die or can we keep you alive?
When there is a machine gun on every corner, you wont see me.
When there is a federal eye in every household, you wont see me.
When your every move is monitored, you wont see me.
And when its all too late, you wont see me.