I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
The night has fallen down the staircase
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried
But the icicles hung down like prison bars
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
One February night, we screamed our agonies
And I swear I tried to care
I tried, I tried
(And) I lost the will to fight
The will to fight
(I lost the will to fight I lost the will to fight I lost it I lost
it
I lost the will to fight)