Ironing out of the stock market? Irony? No...
I'm only stealing your words
When I still lie I steal in to instill steel
Into your words... I'm so sorry I stole them
A man... stealing... a thief? No... only a man of steel.
I am not sorry. Your words must be heard
And understood. We must convince...
No, I'm only a convict rapped in a still lying
World. A body that lied to me because
I was lying to myself because this O circularly
Succinct world finally sank in- I was lied to
Irony is having to lie to ourselves to
Convince ourselves that we are still living
Or are we? I do naught know anything anymore
But I will be happy to try to explain
That I am. More succinct (Maybe?)
I see a world so torn with war
That I feel like starting... World War III?
No... a world warring for you and me... towards freedom.
Iron. Irony. Iron? No, only me
Lying. You are the irony, too. We are the irony.
Let's end World War III. I am tired of
Lying to you and me. I ran to flood
A marketable stock market? Let's flood
It with oil and stop being so dependently
Independency. Deepend on me. I am Adam
Smith's invisible hands steeling your world
A way... out of world war... free
Markets? Ability? Out of oil?
Oily Irany, won't you say you can see?