I scare people who have never seen me,
Just by walking, touching, moving.
Well; sort of.
Walking around unknown houses,
Touching precious things,
Moving in the places you thought you knew so well,
Oh yes, I'm going straight to hell.
But... not before I've had my fun,
And after I've left my mark, without a trace,
Of who I am, who I was.
They will talk; the phantom theif,
The stealing spectre. Headlined and Headhunted,
If you won't sell then- "I'll take it!"
Such a bargain, fetch a pretty price,
One man's treasure.. now it's mine.
Where are my manners?
I forgot to close the door behind me.
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