BITTER PARADE | Wounds & Glory | Official Album Page

Bitter Parade is an anonymous one-man project, described as a hardworking man, happily married and a father.

A personal catharsis born from his high school years, where he used music as a shelter. He masters all instruments and produces all songs himself.

An energetic wash of Pop Punk and nostalgic Post-Grunge. Music for "the survivors".

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We'll never show, we'll never show we're broken Welcome to the class, just learn the ranking Just get used to the fear and constant flanking It's the same old story of trying to hide so they don't see you're suffering The more you hide, you hide, you hide from them We walk down halls like ghosts nobody sees yet We sit in silence, hoping they will just forget We are losing our hope, but we all try to hide it It's hard to keep smiling when you're dying inside it (We'll never show, we'll never show we're broken) Just find a seat and try to keep your head down Then follow their rules so you don't make a sound (don't make a sound) All your bright ideas are down below, buried under looks of stone The more you hide, you hide, you hide from them We walk down halls like ghosts nobody sees yet We sit in silence, hoping they will just forget We are losing our hope, but we all try to hide it It's hard to keep smiling when you're dying inside it Hold on, you'll be okay We'll find a path and lead the way We're falling down, but not today We'll never give ourselves away We walk down halls like ghosts nobody sees yet We sit in silence, hoping they will just forget We are losing our hope, but we all try to hide it It's hard to keep smiling when you're dying inside it We walk down halls like ghosts nobody sees yet We sit in silence, hoping they will just forget We are losing our hope, but we all try to hide it It's hard to keep smiling when you're dying inside it But we're still alive We are losing our minds We'll never show, we'll never show we're broken We'll never show, we'll never show we're broken
Every hallway hums with the same dull sound Shuffling past the faces, head down too Words like stones in pockets, pulling me down I learned to breathe in silence, swallow the wounds I’ve been replaying all those hard nights When the script was fists and whispered lies All the poison that they threw at me Lucky I’m not dead after living that life Always searching for a green light Didn’t matter where I went, I’d just drive Get by, and I— I won’t go quiet tonight (I won’t go quiet tonight) Then I met you, Cris, at the edge of my night You stitched the ripped-up seams I hide inside (seams I hide) Taught me how to plant my feet; shadows backed down Took my name back slowly, sunrise at a time I’ve been replaying how we found light How you turned my shaking into fight All the promises we swore to keep Lucky I’m still here after changing that life Always running toward the right kind Didn’t matter what they said— I’m alive Stand high, and I— I won’t go quiet tonight When the dark crawls back under my skin again I hear your laugh and let the rush begin Now Arya’s eyes cut through the night like dawn No throne for cowards who bully to win I’ve been thinking ’bout our new life Now the story’s ours and burning bright All the damage that we lived through Breaks with us; it ends right here with you Always stand up, keep your spine high If they push, you plant your feet, don’t comply Little star— and I— we won’t go quiet tonight (Stay unbroken, Arya— never bend)
That old Volkswagen Golf, our getaway machine, Burning through our weekly cash on gas and cheap caffeine. Those beach motels were kingdoms for a weekend at a time, Spending every euro just to make you really mine. We knew that we were living off of borrowed time and lies, But saw the promise of a future burning in your eyes. You were the map when I was lost, Cris, you were the sound, Of a promise we would build a life on our own ground. And now we’ve got our true north, our bright and guiding star, Our Arya, you’re the proof that we made it this far. Our first tiny apartment, the key was in our hand, No more rules to follow in our own new promised land. I still see you at the altar, the day I said "I do," Proving all that sneaking around had led me straight to you. We’d finally stopped hiding, we’d finally won the race, But knew our little kingdom needed one more smiling face. You were the map when I was lost, Cris, you were the sound, Of a promise we would build a life on our own ground. And now we’ve got our true north, our bright and guiding star, Our Arya, you’re the proof that we made it this far. A year of first steps, sleepless nights, and happy birthday songs, Right here inside your laughter is the place where we belong. You’ll never know the secrets or the miles that we drove, Just to build the foundation for this thing we call our home. You were the map when I was lost, Cris, you were the sound, Of a promise we would build a life on our own ground. And now we’ve got our true north, our bright and guiding star, Our Arya, you’re the proof that we made it this far. YOU WERE THE MAP WHEN I WAS LOST, CRIS, YOU WERE THE SOUND! OF A PROMISE WE WOULD BUILD A LIFE ON OUR OWN GROUND! AND NOW WE’VE GOT OUR TRUE NORTH, OUR BRIGHT AND GUIDING STAR! OUR ARYA, YOU’RE THE PROOF THAT WE MADE IT THIS FAR! (WE MADE IT THIS FAR! FOR EVERYTHING YOU ARE!)
Sunrise hits me like a freight train, but I don't need an alarm Got a paw right in my face, guess it does no harm It all started with just one, thought that it'd be fun Yeah, Bimbong was the first, my little number one! He'll lock himself inside a room, a trick he loves to play Then he'll scream a pathetic meow, "Come and save my day!" Five seconds later he's on my chest, kneading with his claws The purring engine never stops, ignoring all the laws! Whoa-oh! It's a three-cat riot! Whoa-oh! And I can't deny it! From the break of dawn 'til the dead of night Bimbong, Potasín, and Trufi run my life! Whoa-oh! Yeah, they own this place now! Whoa-oh! Left no empty space now! This domestic chaos feels so right, It's my three-cat riot every single night! Then came Potasín, a blur of grey and white Doing zoomies down the hall, running with all his might He's the king and you should know it, he demands a royal pet But try to pick him up and that's a threat you will regret! He'll mark the other two just so they don't forget their place He's the undisputed ruler of this crazy, furry space. And just when I thought I had it all under control... The final boss appeared to come and take his toll! Whoa-oh! It's a three-cat riot! Whoa-oh! And I can't deny it! From the break of dawn 'til the dead of night Bimbong, Potasín, and Trufi run my life! Whoa-oh! Yeah, they own this place now! Whoa-oh! Left no empty space now! This domestic chaos feels so right, It's my three-cat riot every single night! Then Trufi came, a little thing, he was sick and all alone Lost his mom, he had to fight, find a place to call his own Now he's the terror of the house, a shadow in the dark He'll kick the others off the bed and leave his little mark But when he curls up next to me, a head-nudge soft and low My heart explodes, and in that moment, all I know... (Guitar Solo) Whoa-oh! It's a three-cat riot! Whoa-oh! And I can't deny it! From the break of dawn 'til the dead of night Bimbong, Potasín, and Trufi run my life! Whoa-oh! Yeah, they own this place now! Whoa-oh! Left no empty space now! This domestic chaos feels so right, It's my three-cat riot every single night! Every single night! They run my life! BIMBONG! POTASÍN! AND TRUFI! My three-cat riot!
Woke up this morning to your tiny cries Little fists clenched, fire in your eyes Yeah, the world's a playground, but it's a battlefield too And I gotta make sure you know how to get through They'll tell you to be quiet, to smile and obey But I'm telling you, Arya, you find your own way Don't ever let them dim the light in your soul You're a hurricane, baby, you're in control So scream it out loud, let 'em hear your name Arya, my daughter, this ain't no game You gotta be a fighter, gotta be tough When push comes to shove, you're more than enough And when the wolves are circling, and you're feeling small Just know that your mom and I, we'll be there through it all We're in your corner, yeah, we're on your side So go out and conquer, with nowhere to hide I see the future flash before my eyes Schoolyard bullies and teary goodbyes First broken heart, the taste of defeat But you'll get back up, you can't be beat 'Cause you got a spirit that can't be tamed A wildflower growing, unashamed So let your colors fly, bright and bold A story waiting to be told So scream it out loud, let 'em hear your name Arya, my daughter, this ain't no game You gotta be a fighter, gotta be tough When push comes to shove, you're more than enough And when the wolves are circling, and you're feeling small Just know that your mom and I, we'll be there through it all We're in your corner, yeah, we're on your side So go out and conquer, with nowhere to hide This world will try to break you, try to clip your wings But you're a warrior, Arya, you can do anything So when you feel the pressure, when you feel the doubt Just remember my voice, and scream it all out (Guitar Solo) So scream it out loud, let 'em hear your name Arya, my daughter, this ain't no game You gotta be a fighter, gotta be tough When push comes to shove, you're more than enough And when the wolves are circling, and you're feeling small Just know that your mom and I, we'll be there through it all We're in your corner, yeah, we're on your side So go out and conquer, with nowhere to hide Go get 'em, Arya Yeah, go get 'em, Arya We'll be right here Always, my dear.
This silk pillow's a bore, this water's not from France My staff is late with breakfast, what is this circumstance? I require pâté, not these pebbles dry and brown I'm the king of this whole stupid, two-bit town! My morning nap was shattered by a peasant with a broom I had to relocate to a less-appointed room I surveyed my domain from atop the highest shelf And plotted petty vengeance just to entertain myself You bought a brand new vase, a fragile work of art It's an offense to my aesthetic, let's just tear the thing apart A gentle little nudge, a satisfying crash You can clean it up later, just go and get my cash... I mean, my treats. I've got a pedigree, a truly royal grace So why'd I just go sprinting all over the place? I demand your worship, then I'll scratch the leather chair I'm a blue-blooded rebel with perfectly groomed hair! This life of luxury is such a dreadful chain So I'll scream at 3 AM to simulate some pain I'll look you in the eye, with utter, cold disdain I'm a spoiled-rotten anarchist, a furry hurricane! A door is closed before me, an unacceptable affront A challenge to my rule, a territorial stunt I'll scratch and yowl and holler, I'll make you lose your mind Just to walk into the room and leave it all behind That bird outside the window is mocking my good name I'll chatter at the glass, I'll play its foolish game My hunter instinct's buried under treats and cozy beds But sometimes it comes out to mess with all your heads! I've got a pedigree, a truly royal grace So why'd I just go sprinting all over the place? I demand your worship, then I'll scratch the leather chair I'm a blue-blooded rebel with perfectly groomed hair! This life of luxury is such a dreadful chain So I'll scream at 3 AM to simulate some pain I'll look you in the eye, with utter, cold disdain I'm a spoiled-rotten anarchist, a furry hurricane! You may approach the throne, and you may stroke my head Three times and not a fourth one, or you'll wish that you were dead This purring isn't pleasure, it's the engine of my rage I'm a tiger in a condo, a punk rocker on a stage You think my love is priceless, but I'll trade it for a snack And if you stop the petting, I'll attack your back! (Guitar Solo) I've got a pedigree, a truly royal grace So why'd I just go sprinting all over the place? I demand your worship, then I'll scratch the leather chair I'm a blue-blooded rebel with perfectly groomed hair! This life of luxury is such a dreadful chain So I'll scream at 3 AM to simulate some pain I'll look you in the eye, with utter, cold disdain I'm a spoiled-rotten anarchist, a furry hurricane! Now, if you'll excuse me, your laptop looks quite warm I'll sit upon the keyboard and weather out this storm Don’t move me… or else.

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