The NoosennWatching the moon, hanging from your doomnI’d like to know, where did you go?nnYou’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a trucenMade so long ago, that you’ll never knownnYou’re feelings are loose, untouched by the truthnWatching from your shelf, I don’t care for your health.nnYou’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a trucenMade so long ago, that you’ll never knownnYou’re feelings are loose, untouched by the truthnWatching from your shelf, I don’t care for your healthnWatching the moon, hanging from your doomnI’d like to know, where did you go?nnYou’re head’s in a noose, hanging from a trucenMade so long ago, that you’ll never, you’ll never know.nn