Mudvayne Alien [best] Direct

So I build my own gravity. Spasms become sentences. The bass groove is a spine I crawl up. The kick drum is a second heart—ugly, irregular, alive.

Let me be the spore in your clean room. The wrong note in your lullaby. The knuckle in the clockwork. mudvayne alien

No. Not free. Just... other.

Functionless. Feral. Free?

And they are not finished with me yet.