Follows

There's a myth of a figure-like man Who wears a suit, has no face, and arms incredibly expands A willowy man with tentacles for hands Hence his chilling name "Slenderman"

He lurks in the fog and everywhere that's dark He wanders around where your eyes cannot spot Every child cries, because of the nightmare he's brought Don't go near the woods, because that's where he spawned

Don't ever walk alone, that might only be a thought In the mist or in the dark is were you'll be caught He'll follow you unsound, to make your sanity decay So never turn around, or you'll never be found