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