Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
Music & Merch → https://dthw.sh/boneflower
Follow Boneflower:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4mdjYSyZ7RYglSBF3qL4E2?si=mba4EGnTQIi76AvBU-lP-Q
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/boneflower/1314440050
YouTube: youtube.com/@weareboneflower
Facebook: facebook.com/weareboneflower
Instagram: instagram.com/weareboneflower
Bandcamp: boneflower.bandcamp.com
Visualizer by J. Bannon
// LYRICS
I no longer showed grief but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day
Now I’m carrying the cross and all I feel is shame
It’s the true and pathetic image of superhuman effort that draws strength from weakness
The incarnation of Sisyphus, the dramatic spectacle of the man who wants and cannot
In the absence of future, the past become irrelevant
and so, on the last day on earth, we could finally be present in the moment
I want no peace
I want no peace, just sustain the impulse
An empty body in a full room
Hate stacks in bricks to the sky, blocking the sight of the arch I dreamt
Dying, killing, beasts and martyrs all at once
I no longer showed grief, but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day
Now I’m carrying the cross and all I feel is shame
Music & Merch → https://dthw.sh/boneflower
Follow Boneflower:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4mdjYSyZ7RYglSBF3qL4E2?si=mba4EGnTQIi76AvBU-lP-Q
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/boneflower/1314440050
YouTube: youtube.com/@weareboneflower
Facebook: facebook.com/weareboneflower
Instagram: instagram.com/weareboneflower
Bandcamp: boneflower.bandcamp.com
Visualizer by J. Bannon
// LYRICS
I no longer showed grief but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day
Now I’m carrying the cross and all I feel is shame
It’s the true and pathetic image of superhuman effort that draws strength from weakness
The incarnation of Sisyphus, the dramatic spectacle of the man who wants and cannot
In the absence of future, the past become irrelevant
and so, on the last day on earth, we could finally be present in the moment
I want no peace
I want no peace, just sustain the impulse
An empty body in a full room
Hate stacks in bricks to the sky, blocking the sight of the arch I dreamt
Dying, killing, beasts and martyrs all at once
I no longer showed grief, but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day
Now I’m carrying the cross and all I feel is shame










