[Intro]

[Verse 1: Skeptik]
Hard to find the line between the senses and synapses
Especially in times of relentless relapses
Vacuous, voracious, violent and vapid
Gratification at it's most rapid
An addict knows better but does wrong anyway
When you get caught, tell me, will you know which song to play?
A longer days been long awaited, I don't think it's coming
Too much time in cyberspace, no one remembers running
Anything but programs, double clicks and dialogs
Tired of someone? Simple, turn the dial off
Better find a save point, relax for a minute
That place only exists when you're in it

[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there

[Verse 2: Skeptik]
In a C of logic you'll find that nonsense'll ripple
The concept is simple, both complex and fickle
Content is minimal, onset subliminal
Impulses to think objects are really cool
Objects of ridicule only exist on this plane
Uplink and hijack it, let it never be the same
Soothe away thoughts of pain with digital cocaine
For the last fucking time - I don't wanna play your game
They're all sending invites, and pictures in skintights
Using fingers to fumble words that would fit their lips right
Zip bytes, and send out the folders
A file path is no more than a cord to a controller
[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there

[Outro: Skeptik & Danny G]
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell