Oscar Acceptance Speech - Oceansize

Thanks, symbolic vengeance

That neither folds me or you into this submission

Rows of empty houses

Now there’s no leader or piper for anyone to follow

Forecast sun this springtime

And 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

Last 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