Anchors & Hearts - Call Me A Mascot

Call me a fake - I'm not a saint
Call me a mascot
You can call me your mascot
I'll saved you my last shot

Call me a fake - I'm not a saint
Call me a mascot
You can call me your mascot
3 2 1 die

I am safe to say you're wrong
with all your ignorance
You are all alone
with your intolerance

I'm sick of the words that you say
Sick of the games you play
Goodbye to the enemy

Cut the strings, spread the wings.
This will be the last day of a dying king.

We know this is not the end
We're gonna rise up, burn down, beat you with your own crown. This is not the end
We're gonna tear up your throne, this is our countdown.

You're too proud to say you're wrong with all your confidence
You're so fucking done,
you're insignificant

I'm sick of the words that you say
Sick of the games you play
Goodbye to the enemy

Break the chains,
leave me be
This will be the last day of our misery.

We know this is not the end
We're gonna rise up, burn down, beat you with your own crown. This is not the end
We're gonna tear up your throne, this is our countdown.

Written by:
MANUEL WINTJEN, NICLAS BRINKMANN

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Lyrics © Roba Music Verlag GMBH

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