Handbook

When i look back to see
What i have become
I have to admit that
I'm made of little pieces

Every wound and every
Single stain of pain
Every function of my brain's
Built without instructions

There's just distortion
And some confuse emotions
Am i a function of misdeed?
But i'm standing and alive

That's why i'm sad
Why i'm mad
Why i'm always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness
On my chest

Un manual sin instrucciones (x4)

I am like a broken vase
With golden bonds
Cause now i'm
Wise and stronger

Look what my job
Has made of me:

All this money...
All this greed...

That's why i'm sad
Why i'm mad
Why i'm always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness
On my chest

Un manual sin instrucciones (x4)

Look what my job
Has made of me:

But i'm standing and alive

That's why i'm sad
Why i'm mad
Why i'm always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness
On my chest

That's why i'm sad
Why i'm mad
Why i'm always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness
On my chest

On my chest (x3)