Snowy Atlas Mountains

                                  We came down by the factory

industrial yards 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 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 will give her a good life

My vehicle is in

your drive

Hey, I'm not that low

The wolves came on the radio

transmitting through a portal

in the snowy atlas mountains