Books by Sarnia: minor matter

Minor Matter

I'm just Minor Matter

That is all I am

Someone's passive income

Getting what they can

I am climbing sand dunes

Slippery ice under my feet

The Machine watches on

It feeds off my defeat

We are minor matter

The seeds we sow and scatter

Grow weeds upon the streets of liberty

The machine has taken you

and now its come for me

The machine don't care

It loves despair,

It's love's despair

It's stealing time like you wouldn't know

An atomic bomb and it's gonna blow

The hearts of children

in the poppy fields

The machine grew up

And stole our dreams

Books by Sarnia