Numb

Well.

You can point a gun to my head
And I won't move.
My heart won't race.

You can put the grenade in my hand
And I won't even quiver.
Fear won't show in my face.

You can place the cold blade under my chin
And I won't feel.
Though I can find ways.

You can show me hell
And my half closed eyes won't blink.
My soul stays.

Here.