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Child Soldier

Funker Vogt
Lingua: Inglese


Funker Vogt


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..

He's still a child
But now a soldier
Can't comprehend
What's going on
[x2]

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..

He's still a child
But now a soldier
Can't comprehend
What's going on
[x2]

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..

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..



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