They tell me I'm wrong and always have been... They don't shut up and won't. I see them on the street and every day they follow me home, but still I'm alone. They're in my head and under your bed, whispering my wrongs and chanting their songs. They tell me to tap: 3 times, 2 times, 3 times 4, lest something bad befall, but I've long since learnt to ignore or do the opposite of your play. I just wish you'd stay away.