| Song | Epigram for the Last Straw |
| Artist | Sieges Even |
| Album | Sense of Change |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
| How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
| How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
| And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
| We'd rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
| We's rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
| Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
| Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
| Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
| Observing distress with stoic composure | |
| Is this the act of resignation? | |
| Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something's different, the play seems so real | |
| How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
| Still we smile | |
| While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
| Still we dance | |
| The sarabande of nihilism | |
| Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something's different, the play seems so real | |
| Cunnung tears hide a | |
| Torquemada smile | |
| We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
| And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
| Carrying on the same old way... |
| zuo qu : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
| How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
| How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
| And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
| We' d rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
| We' s rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
| Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
| Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
| Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
| Observing distress with stoic composure | |
| Is this the act of resignation? | |
| Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
| How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
| Still we smile | |
| While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
| Still we dance | |
| The sarabande of nihilism | |
| Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
| Cunnung tears hide a | |
| Torquemada smile | |
| We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
| And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
| Carrying on the same old way... |
| zuò qǔ : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
| How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
| How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
| And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
| We' d rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
| We' s rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
| Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
| Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
| Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
| Observing distress with stoic composure | |
| Is this the act of resignation? | |
| Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
| How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
| Still we smile | |
| While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
| Still we dance | |
| The sarabande of nihilism | |
| Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
| Reciting phrases of ' | |
| Godot' and ' | |
| Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
| Cunnung tears hide a | |
| Torquemada smile | |
| We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
| And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
| Carrying on the same old way... |