Testo di 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)