Handbook Lyrics

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

I m 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)

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)

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