She:
In chat he talk with me, my links he click,
That nick, who write to me and call my nick.
And do I dream again, through gigabite,
The Phantom of the Internet is now inside my site.
He:
E-mail me once again our strange duet.
My power over you grows at I-net.
And though you turn from me to glance behind,
The Phantom of the Internet is here, inside your mind.
She:
Those who have seen your site
Draw back from screen.
I am the mask you use…
He:
...I’m your plug-in.
Both:
Your/my gif and my/your jpeg combined in frame,
The Phantom of the Internet is here, inside your/my game.
He:
In all your fantasies you always knew,
That man and digital…
She:
...where both in you.
Both:
And in this labyrinth, where net is blind,
The Phantom of the Internet is here, inside your/my mind.