There is a profit
somewhere in this market
and if I find it
I'll come find you
cause I cannot rest until
I'm well-invested in some kind of
beautiful ultimate truth.
There is a purpose
coming to the surface.
It bubbles and boils and
bursts at the seams.
And when the stocks tumble
and currency crumbles
we'll unlock the meaning
in all of your dreams.
There is an answer
underneath the cancer
and without warning
I'll lose my hand.
Cause I am not strong enough
to last much longer
without understanding
the burning affair.
There is a margin
somewhere near the origin
that only gets crossed
once and you've crossed in vain
of someone's objective
laid back undirected
to walk away feeling
exactly the same.

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