Papa Roach:
If life goes on, my heart grows cold
Shai hulud
my heart bleeds the darkest blood
As Cities Burn (was ich raushöre, Originaltext ist anders)
and not collapse into our own arms
when will we raise our flags past half-mast
and not collapse into our own arms
but shy will keep us who we are
shy keeps me low and close to the boredom
where i am the least