The darkest nights will fall on you  the wheels will turn and try to grind you down  the waves will crash down on your boat  and you feel the tension as you hit the ground  But I know that there's more to this life  than your anger and your pain  Our flesh, our blood, our bones  were meant to handle anything    Call to me  Crawl to me  The blade is not the answer    so you rage against society  you rage against the world that gives you life  A troubled soul in troubled times  a troubled hand reaches for the knife  I wish that my phone would've rang  and you'd be at the other end  I could take the blame  I should've been a better friend    Call to me  Crawl to me  The blade is not the answer    So...  You've come to this?  You're at the end of your rope  You're at the edge of a cliff  Man, you should've held on    Call to me  Crawl to me  The blade is not the answer