In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding now what I’ve been missing.

...

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it can live. I walked away now.

- Rise Against, The Good Left Undone

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of deaths construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!

- Black Sabbath - War Pigs

We're setting the fires to light the way,
We're burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change!

- Rise Against, Bricks

When I die where I go,
Ain’t nobody know.
Burnin’ hell, burnin’ hell.
Burnin’ hell, burnin’ hell.

- Joe Bonamassa - Blues Deluxe

I listen to the words he say,
But in his voice I heard decay.
The plastic face forced to portray.
All the insides left cold and gray.

- Nine Inch Nails - The Day The World Went Away