Handbook Songtext / Lyric

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