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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 From Letras Mania