Tired of being the one who sees,
the one who has to tell,
the one with the dreams.

Tired of being me,
of the destruction in the world,
the hearts and the souls.

Still I'll see to it stops,
still I'll have to tell,
still I'll dream to there is no more to dream.

And I'll always be me,
and the humans still destroy.
And not a thing stops until it's done.

- Marie Mathisen