Synthetic Fabricated Calculated (Age of Silence)

Somehow still here Under the surface Beyond the invoices and D. Inc. Outside the system I have never seen past the paper fortifications So I have my doubts But still, that nagging prospect Of all this being fabricated False Calculated Consumes me in all its green splendour But it doesn't touch Alluring and tempting, the shine and the flow Runs straight through me Now not even sensing my presence But I can see it, I can see it if I close my eyes I can break through the paper shine And reach the core, the true core Jade, Emerald Never defeated and never will be But exposed for everyone to see How can it still accelerate? When the fuel is gone?