A Spectre Is Haunting Europe - Me, Asthma. lyrics

All the children are boss/are you gonna resist/lift a skinny fist/an anarchist, bra?/a sandanista/the towers twitch/as if organic/all the children are muthas/with preggo tums/and big tech bruthas/do their own checksums/though fingered and thumbed/they're all so dumb, young and full of love/problem pa**ed to the kind & kin/pollen lashes at the skin/crawling helpless as it dims/miasma asthma azimuth/miasma animisma/chasm and reaction/reanimate the matmos!/all the children are balsa/a tinderbox-a/a black forest/it's so damn dark/with hardwood hearts/the towering cross/looming black cross-uh/& all the children are mud/Quetzalcoatl's blood/on the steps to the sun-uh/a heart and a lung/we climb up rungs/the calendar runs/two thousand eleven/twelve. thirteen