Handbook Lyrics & Chords By V For Volume

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