'And that's why it's a good thing I don't know where to lay my hands on her, because no one knows exactly how things like this get started; they argue about that and they finally lose the truth altogether if it's inconvenient, but everybody knows how they keep on keeping on: they take one, we take one, then they take two, and we take three they shoot up an airport so we blow a school and blood runs in the gutters. Because that's what it's really all about, isn't it? Blood in the gutters. Blood'

Billy slept without knowing he slept; his thoughts simply merged into a series of ghastly, twisted dreams. In some of these he killed and in some he was killed, but in all of them something breathed and pulsed, and he could never see that something because it was inside himself.

It's like Alice in Wonderland, only the Nine Inch Nails version