Bing : I Haven't got a speech. I didn't plan words. I didn't even try to...
I just knew that I had to get here, to stand here, and I knew I wanted you to listen... To really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening like you do the rest of the time.
A face like you're feeling instead of processing.
You pull a face and, poke it toward the stage and, we lah-dih-dah we sing and dance and tumble around, and all you see up there it's not... it's not people, you don't see people up here, it's all fodder. And the faker the fodder is the more you love it because fake fodder is the only thing that works anymore. Fake fodder is all... It's all that we can stomach, actually not quite all. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take. Yeah, stick up a fat man up a pole, we'll laugh ourselves feral 'cuz we've earned the right, we've done cell time and he's slacking the scum so HAHAHA at him.
Because we're so out of our minds with desperation, we don't know any better. All we know is fake fodder and buying shit. That's how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves is buying shit.
I have a dream? The peak of our dream is a new hat for our doppel, a hat that doesn't exist. It's not even there, we buy shit that's not even there. Show us something real and free and beautiful, you couldn't. Yeah? It'd break us, we're too numb for it. Our minds would choke, there's only so much wonder we can bear, that's why when you find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meager portions, and only then 'til' it's augmented, and packaged, and pumped trough 10.000 preassigned filters 'til it's nothing more than a meaningless series of lights while we ride, day in, day out, going where? Powering what?
All tiny cells in tiny screens and bigger cells in bigger screens AND FUCK YOU !
FUCK YOU, THAT'S WHAT IT BOILS DOWN TO IS FUCK YOU.
FUCK YOU FOR SITTIN' THERE AND SLOWLY KNITTIBG THINGS WORSE.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SPOTLIGHT AND YOU SANCTIMONIOUS FACES. FUCK YOU ALL FOR TAKING THE ONE THING I EVER CAME CLOSE TO ANYTHING REAL
ABOUT ANYTHING. FOR OOZING AROUND IT AND CRUSHING IT INTO A BONE, INTO A JOKE... ONE MORE UGLY JOKE IN A KINGDOM OF MILLIONS AND THEN FUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU FOR HAPPENING.

FUCK YOU FOR ME, FOR US, FOR EVERYONE;

fUCK YOU