Through the city streets all you can do is run,
Passers-by, sick and lonely,
shoulder bashin' their way past you,
Throw down your gun for just one day,
Lower your aim and let them stay.
Human feelings, all or none,
Embedded deep in some father's non-son,
For they have the right to live and breathe,
Genetic genes, spliced, they're from,
Artificial life, not real, but some,
For they think, therefore they are,
And thus they deserve their hour.
Throw down your gun and turn away,
Give moral a boost and walk away,
For life is to be loved,
Not thrown away,
All life, real or fake,
His life, her life, your life,
My life,
All life.
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