the night i lost the will to fight

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 february 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. 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.)