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 won't see me
When there is a federal eye in every household, you won't see me
When your every move is monitored, you won't see me
And when it's all too late, you won't see me