Jettatura

The plot thickens, it's not fillers, the bar risen

Plain militia I figured them was on vision

It's gonna take more than Delphi for the fortune told

Or the oracle, divine get your orb and go

Your own media corp, your own telephone call

Your own helluva tall list of hats to put on

It's the product of the voice and the market of talk

Private discuss as much a target as broadcasted one

To them you look like Den Nix did the cover

Sending text in Pidgin end to end over summers

They pit the lifers 'gainst the new, young against the old

Make a fighter out of you while they break out a bone