Track 8: "Census of Souls" x I'm Going to Sign Anyway (Mashup)

[singer A] Line up, you tenants of the ribcage and the skull The moonlight is waning, the ledger is full I’m counting the squatters, the guests, and the ghosts To see which of you loves the Baron the most. [melodic interlude] [singer B] I proceed from the premise... that the chocolate is cold. I see the wanted posters. Fourteen regions. Cultural agitation. Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name. It says... 'Do not sign.' I’m going to sign anyway. [singer A] One for the coward, two for the saint Three for the painter who ran out of paint Four for the monster you keep on a chain Five for the child crying out in the rain. It’s a Census of Souls in a city of one! Counting the damage that we’ve already done Every version of you is a face in the crowd Singing the secrets you won't say out loud! [transition] [singer B] This is not a show This is a titration Kick through the static Revision 49 station If you don't like chocolate You’re already Bad The most unsettling loop You’ve ever had [singer A] Number six is a king with a crown made of lead Number seven is a woman who’s better off dead There’s a beggar, a liar, a priest, and a thief And a man who has mastered the language of grief. [instrumental] [singer B] Elevator whispers Song titles and clauses I do indeed floss In the rhythmic pauses Winners vanish In a puff of dross I unwrite the fate I unwrite the loss [singer A] It’s a Census of Souls in a city of one! Counting the damage that we’ve already done Every version of you is a face in the crowd Singing the secrets you won't say out loud! [transition] [singer B] Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name. It says... 'Do not sign.' I’m going to sign anyway.