Oscar Acceptance Speech

Thanks, symbolic vengeance

That neither folds me

Or you into their submission

Rows of empty houses

Now there's no leader

Or piper for anyone to follow

Forecast sun this springtime

Never undermine this

Just relay the message

Ample timing for a breakdown

While solemn, we can take no

Real comfort or solace

Thanks, academy

And all enemies

Force fervored motives

Rest on my laurels and statues

Broken virtues, I rest in little pieces

I've smashed to smithereens

All hopes and dreams

Nurtured in dirty playgrounds

Lost syllables

Never turn into words

Lost the goals of the war

Now we've lost balance

(Now our heads hit the floor,

Now we've lost the will to feel,

Now we've lost balance)