Nocebo Songtext
von Alto Arc

Don′t wait, I'm coming...
Hide your time in me


Those puzzling limbs...
Bulldozing and bloated with uncertain careless emotion
Childish and grandstanding to humiliate, alienate, make strange this friendship and corrupt contentment
Every wedding a funeral
Birthdays in black
Men living off the bone in red soil...
In difficult phrases, I journaled my love for you
You, sculpture in winter (Casket speech, languid tune)
Virtuous before stampedes of entangled strangers
Droves of people pushing through themselves to see you
Cameras on their necks, shooting wildly
Basking, worshipping, overwhelmed and terrified
Infinite patience, charm, bravado
Full chested, bolstered and cradling depths of grief
You, that only blue, deep, yearning, sobering, forgiving
Slithering on volcanic crumb (A multitude of rainbow rock)
Oleander fields to sprawling nude highways

Don′t wait, I'm coming...
Hide your time in me