Mudvayne Alien __hot__ May 2026
Let me be the spore in your clean room. The wrong note in your lullaby. The knuckle in the clockwork.
No. Not free. Just... other.
I watch you through the visor. You talk with your smooth hands. You laugh with your even teeth. You love with your conditional mercy. And I think: How do you stand the silence inside your own chest? mudvayne alien
I am counting the atoms in my own scream. Let me be the spore in your clean room