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