You find me
  crouched in the corner of my expectations
  i´m in the place where nobody wants to be
  16 tons falling down on me
  situation overload
  i think my head´s gonna explode
  and every day the tension grows and grows
  i´ve got to get out of here
  the situation seems crystal-clear
  if in want to get away it is all boilling down to me
  to walk away with broken legs
  and hold on tight with bleeding hands
  but every day the tension grows and grows
  16 tons falling down on me
  the perfect irony
  can´t anyone take me home?
  the room is crowded i´m all alone
  somehow i wish i could care less
  but that´s the way it goes
  i´m never gonna leave this place
  the bomb explodes right in my face
  you always gonna hear my say