Funker Vogt Child Soldier
His parents died, shot in the head
Killed by his unit alone at night
They took the kid and gave him drugs
They gave him guns, taught him to kill
Bridge:
He's still a child
But now a soldier
Can't comprehend
What's going on
Chorus:
The gun's weight's almost too heavy for his tiny little hands
All he learned has no more value and he has lost all his friends
Only soldiers now surround him, kids who used to be his pals
But the past is now forgotten, he just went straight to hell
His mind is drugged, no feelings left
A perfect killer, who obeys?
Now he's killing the innocent
To get more orphans for recruitment
Bridge:
He's still a child
But now a soldier
Can't comprehend
What's going on
Chorus:
The gun's weight's almost too heavy for his tiny little hands
All he learned has no more value and he has lost all his friends
Only soldiers now surround him, kids who used to be his pals
But the past is now forgotten, he just went straight to hell
