I climb with no muscles, I fall without pain. I swallow crowds but never chew, Then spit them out again. I live between numbers. What am I?

I'm right under you. But take away my first and I'm on top of you.

The first part of me is the chorus when ill, The second a cost, a payment, a bill. My two parts serve to make me whole The ground has given dawn a soul.

I kiss the wind and touch the sky, I soar high on your command. Up, down, left or right I fly, You guide me with a single strand.

Bound to darkness, yet aflame with light, A fallen angel's curse, my soul's plight. Eternal rider, fueled by wrath and night.