Ticci-Toby

Ticci-Toby, Ticci-Toby,

Twisted thoughts in mind.

With your father's hatchets,

A bloody trail you leave behind.

You are Slender's proxy,

For certain that's no joke.

And the voices in your head say,

To kill all random folk.

Your father may he rot in hell,

For leaving your sister to die,

Who whenever that you think of,

makes you want to cry.

But as you wrestle with your sanity

With your bloody, bandaged hands,

The law will search for you

Through all the wooded lands.

As well as through the cities

And hills and valleys too.

But you know that they

Will never get a hold of you.

For you're one of Slender's proxies

You can go from there to here,

In the blink of an eye

To cause them mortal fear…