Our Billy wasn’t born a criminal, Clarice. He was made one through years of systematic abuse. Billy hates his own identity, you see, and he thinks that makes him a transsexual. But his pathology is a thousand times more savage and more terrifying.
I got a girlfriend, that’s better than this And you don’t remember at all As we get older and stop making sense You won’t find her waiting long Stop making sense, stop making sense Stop making sense, making sense