**Demon:**

Come now, boy, why sit and weep?

Your sorrow calls me from the deep.

I smell regret, I taste your pain,

Let’s make a deal—you’ll never hurt again.

**Billy:**

Who speaks to me in dead of night?

A shadow lurks beyond my sight…

But maybe shadows understand

The weight I bear, the life I’ve damned.

**Demon:**

Indeed, I do—I know your ache,

The wounds that time refused to take.

Your lover strayed, your father raged,

Your soul’s been lost, confused, and caged.

**Billy:**

You know it all—each scar I hide,

The nights I drank, the times I lied.

I tried to be a better man,

But every step sank in the sand.

**Demon Billy:**

So why persist? Why live in chains?

Why bear the lash of love and pain?

With but a word, you could be free,

And never feel—just give to me.

**Billy:**

And what’s the cost? My soul, I guess?

To live in peace but not in flesh?

To walk the world yet not belong—

To trade my pain for something wrong?

**Demon:**

Oh, silly boy, your soul’s been worn,

A tattered thing, so bruised and bored,

You’d hardly miss it, that’s the truth,

And I could grant eternal youth.

**Billy:**

Not youth I seek, nor riches gold,

I just don’t want to feel so cold.

To love and lose, to try and fail,

To build a dream, then watch it pale.

**Demon Billy:**

Then give it up! Just sign below,

And all the wounds will cease to show.

No loss, no grief, no bitter sting,

Just silence, dark, an endless spring.

**Billy:**

No pain, no fear, no nights alone…

No past to haunt, no heart of stone…

It tempts me, yes, but what remains?

Without my soul, do I have a name?

**Demon:**

A name? A name is but a sound,

A whisper lost upon the ground.

But power, boy, that’s what you’ll gain,

A life untouched by death or pain.

**Billy:**

A life untouched—but is it real?

If nothing hurts, then can I feel?

If joy is dulled and love is dead,

Then what is left inside my head?

**Demon:**

Why question what the heart has burned?

Why long for wounds that won’t return?

A broken man should take his leave—

Why hope when hope will just deceive?

**Billy:**

Because the pain, the love, the scars,

They make me more than dust and stars.

I may be lost, but I’m not gone,

And even night still births the dawn.

**Demon:**

You foolish boy, you choose to stay?

To suffer through another day?

To grieve, to break, to bleed, to fall—

**Demon Billy:** To live a life so cruel, so small?!?!

**Billy:**

A cruel life, yes, but mine to own,

I’ll face the dark, I’ll stand alone.

For pain reminds me I am whole—

So keep your deal. I keep my soul.

Keep your deal, I keep my soul

Keep your deal, I keep my soul

Keep your deal I keep my soul

Keep your deal, I keep my soul!!!