Metal Church - A Subtle War Lyrics
Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soulI wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on holdDo people feel humanity is something of the past?A kind hello, a favor done, these days could be your lastBar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colorsAnd stay down on the floorAmidst a subtle war that's right outside your doorAmidst a subtle warYou can't go there at nightunless you're feeling immortal'Cause all of them have guns and knives,at least that's what we're toldA neighborhood or DMZ, but people call it homeScared to death of living there, but got nowhere to goBar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colorsAnd stay down on the floorAmidst a subtle war that's right outside your doorAmidst a subtle warPick your weaponTalk to no oneParanoiaCan we take this anymoreAmidst a subtle war that's right outside your doorAmidst a subtle war