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