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This is the place where you'll breathe your last breath With this bonesaw It'll make your jaw dropped It'll make your blood clot We have no pity for the weak 'Cause this bonesaw Will make your heart throb The pain is non stop We have no pity for the weak Oh! A land that's been built by cowards But they have to hide behind a mass of weapons Whether it's a deadly sin or instrument That was intended for some painful inflictions I've seen the way they chew their enemies and spit them out And the blood will sprout Like a bunch of savages that roam around To wake up and choose violence This place is a living hell That's filled with destruction and misery They say it's land of the free But only if you're in power, or violent for greed Violent for greed Violent for With this bonesaw It'll make your jaw dropped It'll make your blood clot We have no pity for the weak 'Cause this bonesaw Will make your heart throb The pain is non stop We have no pity for the weak With this bonesaw It'll make your jaw dropped It'll make your blood clot We have no pity for the weak 'Cause this bonesaw Will make your heart throb The pain is non stop We have no pity for the weak Save your begging for someone who cares About a pitiful soul who has nothing to live for