All Lyrics by Adam Gates except "The Belldog" written by Brian Eno © Universal Music - MGB Songs

These are the lyrics as posted to the MBO site with no modifications.

Oh the Aphids
Sing of proteins
Tiny masters
Silent machines

Telescoping
Generations
From the Aether
Strange mutations

Oh the Aphids
Crawl right through me
Right through my head
I see it happening
Oh the aphids sing...

Feel the Aphids

Secret dark ones
Hidden masters
Under dead suns

Oh the Aphids
Need the proteins
Ectoplasms
Feed the Machines

Most of the day
We were at the machinery

In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignore

I held the levers
that guided
the signals to the radio

But the words
I receive,
random code,
Broken fragments from before.

Most of the day. Most of the day...

Out in the trees
My reason deserting me

All the dark stars
Cluster over the bay.

Then in a certain moment
I lose control
And at last
I am part of the machinery.

And the light disappears
As the world
Makes its circle through the sky.

Belldog where are you?

All your aspirations
All your problems and temptations
Will sadly disappear with you
When you woke up in the morning
Was their signs
Were their warnings
Telling you what not to do

Every step you made brought you closer
To your final composer
Everything felt so damn normal
Uneventful and informal
Death

I don't believe it
I don't believe it
I don't believe that it's true

I don't belive it
I don't belive it
I really hate that this happened to you

This is Hell

All these explanations and supposed motivations
Really mean nothing in the end
Were you killed in desperation
Or a gang initiation?
Is this something we can comprehend

Now you just a stain on the street
Another ghost made from concrete
Everything felt so damn normal
Uneventful and informal
Death

The Armies of the Dead are marching
Marching out to sea
The Armies Of The Dead are marching
Marching out to sea

They sing of broken sailors
Who lives were lost at sea
They sing of broken sailors
Coming back for me