Various Artists — Underworld VI

A crowd of people in the way Standing still with rhythmic sway A Gregorian chant bellows forth With one clear word I’ve heard before “Freefall,” they sing “Freefall,” they sing “Freefall,” they sing “Freefall,” they sing Faces calm, their eyes are closed But they step forward slow I’m pushed ahead in line As a shiver rolls down my spine Souls toss themselves willingly To sow the seeds of dead trees With branches ripped off in self harm A rejection of their real arm Is this it? Is this where I belong? I’ve never seen something so still A person with a drive to kill I don’t belong in this line I think I want to survive