snowy atlas mountains

we came down by the factory

industrial yarns where my father did work

when i was a boy i went too far

i lost the thread in the darkest of space

if i become antique you'll collect me

if i become cheap then you'll respect me

my jumper is soaked in pig's blood

i'm coming out looking for you

if you pull a hatchet

i'll pull something to match it

how about your wife

i'll give her a good life

my vehicle is in your drive

hey i'm not that low

the wolves came on the radio

transmitted through a portal in the snowy atlas mountains