Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey. The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might have found their hands. At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleep. Thou, even thou, art to be feared: and who may stand in thy sight when once thou art angry? Thou didst cause judgment to be heard from Heaven; the Earth feared, and was still, when God arose to judgment, to save all the meek of the Earth. Selah. (Psalm 76:4-9)
Lord I sleep and I sleep
I am haunted all night by the look of cars
When I sleep they can speak, they say: Ride me, David. I am fast as death
Well who lighted this road up? Who made me this clear?
You know I am soft as plasma
I am haunted by all these things
I am crushed instantly