Mudvayne Alien Info

And when the song ends, I don't come back to myself. I just find a different locked room to scream in.

This body is a rental. This rage is a souvenir. mudvayne alien

They ask: "Why the mask?" I ask: "Why your face?" And when the song ends, I don't come back to myself

I am not from here. I was never from here. You gave me a name at birth, but it fits like a stolen coat. My real name is the pause between the snare hits. My real face is the smear of green and black under the stage lights—a warning label with no product behind it. And when the song ends

I am counting the atoms in my own scream.

The atoms are still counting.