9 acessos
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 ofmisdeed?
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)