| Song | When Alpha And Omega Collide |
| Artist | Sieges Even |
| Album | Paramount |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Holzwarth, Holzwarth, Menses ... | |
| I've been struggling for so many years now | |
| Aiming high, yet shooting low | |
| My biography is like a looking glass | |
| There's someone I don't know | |
| Always asking me about my destiny | |
| Spoken anger without words | |
| On an empty street without life and joy | |
| No sunlight to shine bright | |
| Unfold the blueprint - your key to existence | |
| A master plan for life - just play your cards right | |
| Broken wings won't fly | |
| The more adrenaline, the higher I fly | |
| Without quest I find no rest | |
| With every new goal there's yet another one | |
| Constant pain to burn my chest | |
| Heading out to roads that won't ever end | |
| Alpha, omega: no interlink | |
| The higher I fly, the deeper I fall | |
| Going up means going down | |
| Confront yourself - your blueprint for existence | |
| The master plan for life - start playing your cards right | |
| Broken wings won't fly | |
| Collecting pieces of a map - still struggling to proceed | |
| I'm feeling constant pain - deep wounds of inferiority | |
| Confused I watch the chaos - divine creation unfold | |
| With every single step I make - I'm stepping back again | |
| It's hard to fly with broken wings - on and on and on and on | |
| In the short run, I'm running out of time | |
| Clock ticking cuts the air | |
| Still running, yet it's a waste of breath | |
| I'm gonna crash and burn | |
| Working my way to the very end | |
| On a point of no return | |
| In a bitter world without life and joy | |
| Dark forces hold my ground | |
| Confront myself - with blueprints for existence | |
| My master plan for life - I'll play my cards right | |
| Broken wings won't fly |
| zuo qu : Holzwarth, Holzwarth, Menses ... | |
| I' ve been struggling for so many years now | |
| Aiming high, yet shooting low | |
| My biography is like a looking glass | |
| There' s someone I don' t know | |
| Always asking me about my destiny | |
| Spoken anger without words | |
| On an empty street without life and joy | |
| No sunlight to shine bright | |
| Unfold the blueprint your key to existence | |
| A master plan for life just play your cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly | |
| The more adrenaline, the higher I fly | |
| Without quest I find no rest | |
| With every new goal there' s yet another one | |
| Constant pain to burn my chest | |
| Heading out to roads that won' t ever end | |
| Alpha, omega: no interlink | |
| The higher I fly, the deeper I fall | |
| Going up means going down | |
| Confront yourself your blueprint for existence | |
| The master plan for life start playing your cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly | |
| Collecting pieces of a map still struggling to proceed | |
| I' m feeling constant pain deep wounds of inferiority | |
| Confused I watch the chaos divine creation unfold | |
| With every single step I make I' m stepping back again | |
| It' s hard to fly with broken wings on and on and on and on | |
| In the short run, I' m running out of time | |
| Clock ticking cuts the air | |
| Still running, yet it' s a waste of breath | |
| I' m gonna crash and burn | |
| Working my way to the very end | |
| On a point of no return | |
| In a bitter world without life and joy | |
| Dark forces hold my ground | |
| Confront myself with blueprints for existence | |
| My master plan for life I' ll play my cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly |
| zuò qǔ : Holzwarth, Holzwarth, Menses ... | |
| I' ve been struggling for so many years now | |
| Aiming high, yet shooting low | |
| My biography is like a looking glass | |
| There' s someone I don' t know | |
| Always asking me about my destiny | |
| Spoken anger without words | |
| On an empty street without life and joy | |
| No sunlight to shine bright | |
| Unfold the blueprint your key to existence | |
| A master plan for life just play your cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly | |
| The more adrenaline, the higher I fly | |
| Without quest I find no rest | |
| With every new goal there' s yet another one | |
| Constant pain to burn my chest | |
| Heading out to roads that won' t ever end | |
| Alpha, omega: no interlink | |
| The higher I fly, the deeper I fall | |
| Going up means going down | |
| Confront yourself your blueprint for existence | |
| The master plan for life start playing your cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly | |
| Collecting pieces of a map still struggling to proceed | |
| I' m feeling constant pain deep wounds of inferiority | |
| Confused I watch the chaos divine creation unfold | |
| With every single step I make I' m stepping back again | |
| It' s hard to fly with broken wings on and on and on and on | |
| In the short run, I' m running out of time | |
| Clock ticking cuts the air | |
| Still running, yet it' s a waste of breath | |
| I' m gonna crash and burn | |
| Working my way to the very end | |
| On a point of no return | |
| In a bitter world without life and joy | |
| Dark forces hold my ground | |
| Confront myself with blueprints for existence | |
| My master plan for life I' ll play my cards right | |
| Broken wings won' t fly |