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 Februrary 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.)