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