Hidden deep within the price
Tweak the deck, rig the dice
At times, when bids and asks collide
I'll be there, indirect, implied

Correlation? Speculation?
More like an obscure mutation
Of moving means, and changing odd
Stochastic, untamable by god

Ally? Foe? What am I to you?
Gaze through your charts and you'll see - it's true
A prophet who's whispers spread nothing but doubt
Compounded, unbounded by any amount

I am not your foe, nor am I your ally
So why should I not introduce you? May I?
To another freak who has wandered astray:
He strides, always, till he dies: Decay

Capturing what others do not comprehend
He prices ideas that lack beginning or end
He'll make endless turns, yet his tracks are aligned
And he's not dead nor alive, he's both, combined

They say he can heal, they say he can fly,
They say he's endless yet short of supply
His past is true, his future - cloaked in a maze
And he's not dead nor alive, he's both. Always.

We rig, we distort, we deceit and we steal,
we deceive, we betray, lie, deal after deal,
Your models are false, your assumptions - insane
Your destined for losses, again and again
So normal and plain, justified, simplified
Mystified if some non-linearity's applied
Your destined for losses, defeat and betrayal
Victim, stealth shall we rein and prevail!"