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