Christ. Or credit. What's the price?. What's the edit?. I'm alive. I don't credit. The source. I just drive. And then the fog rolls in. And then they're blind. My enemies. They're just trying. Trying to kill me. Breaking the waves. Again and though I try. The ocean is strong. I cannot stem the tide. Breaking the waves. Again and though I try. I can't seem to stem. The tide and though I try. I try. Try me ¿two touch?. I've got the time. And it's been too long. Since I've been. Driving all night. On the back roads winding. Under the stars. That are slowly dying. Oh no. Breaking the waves. Again and though I try. The ocean is strong. I cannot stem the tide. Breaking the waves. Again and though I try. I can't seem to stem. The tide and though I try. I try. Jack-knifed. On the side-street crossing. I'm still alive. And that's something. And when I die. There will be nothing to say. Except I tried. Not to waste another day. Trying to stem the tide