This is a song about "Br"

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.