You say "honestly"? I say "why"?

You build and I tear down, I'm a professional.

My tail has already found your precious crowbar,

And my horns have sensed where your scandal is hidden.

I don't steal portraits—they don't live,

I steal your thoughts while you build comfort.

Freeze for a moment, I'll go "tick-tick,"

And your last night in my pocket as my verse.

Tick-tock, gotcha, don't move, my friend!

My saw stings more painfully than your debt.

I give you a smile, you give me a move,

That's the cycle of our world!

Tick-tock, confiscation, no need for unnecessary words,

I'll steal you tomorrow, debt-free. I'll embrace you with my wings, I'll wash away your tracks with my tail,

For Klepta is a festival of sparks and vanity!