[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 c**aine For the last f**ing 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