Hands, in the forest at night
Fog hangs in the air, from the streetlamp, there's a light
The moon's like a web that a spider spun

The mind, like gravity, leaves with the sun

I knew a man called slenderman

His head was up in the moon
He lingers between trees at night
Now I sing the darkness, but he wrote the tune.


People always said there was something not right about that boy
Sitting in the back row, never making any noise

He would look out the window, with his cold hands, at the snow
He talked to walls, said it was better than being always alone
After school he'd make us cry and steal our stuff and we didn't know why

He taught us rules about eating stars and setting fires and breaking hearts.

Starry night high school prom, he wrote me a little song

I think you know how it goes, I was in his grip, in his throes
The only one who talked to him, took his arms, body thin
In the trees, morning dew, kissed me till my lips were black and blue.


Chorus.


I ran away from him that night
They told me he went deranged
Said the Devil's son sent himself to Hell

We always knew he was strange.

Once in a while I see him

Once in a while I feel him
Once in a while I know that he is there.


Once in a while you'll meet him
Never forget how you greet him
Right now he's looking for me.


I think an old friend's at my door
Keep your children close to you

Cause he's going to find me
Cause he's going to find you.


Hands, in the forest, at night.