Market Tycoon

Market Tycoon by Jita FM Docking lights glow, numbers start to move No guns on my hull, but I decide what you lose Station quiet, but the orders scream I don’t fight your fleet, I control your dream Buy low in silence, sell high in war You undock ships, I crash the core Margins thin but the volume sings I pull the strings on a thousand things Undercut one tick, watch you fall You think it’s luck, I see it all Graphs like constellations shift Every spike is my quiet gift You chase the fight, I own the field ISK is power you never wield I don’t shoot, I move markets Every order leaves a…