Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soul

I wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on hold

Do people feel humanity is something of the past?

A kind hello, a favor done, these days could be your last



Bar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colors

And stay down on the floor

Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door

Amidst a subtle war



You can't go there at night 

unless you're feeling immortal

'Cause all of them have guns and knives, 

at least that's what we're told

A neighborhood or DMZ, but people call it home

Scared to death of living there, but got nowhere to go



Bar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colors

And stay down on the floor

Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door

Amidst a subtle war



Pick your weapon

Talk to no one

Paranoia

Can we take this anymore



Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door

Amidst a subtle war