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Beautifully Cursed

Performed by The Deadlies: Victoria Hartgrove, Mia Stone, Madeline Moreau, and Angèle du Pont at Hour Glass Media. Engineered, Recorded, and Mastered by Jesse Horn. © 2026 DEADKITTY Records The Deadlies are an industrial rock, dark jazz band who align themselves with vampires, alternative rock, and crushing faeries. They are an all-female band from the French Quarter of New Orleans and the dark underbelly of Chicago, with a long history of drinking blood and horror. #darkjazz #industrialjazz #vampire #goth #rock #fanged #alternative Lyrics Written by Victoria Hartgrove You thump that book like a judge with a gavel Black and white world, no room to unravel Quote it loud with a porcelain grin While you quietly sharpen the stones for a sin You say “love thy neighbor,” foot on their throat Cherry-pick lines while you’re missing the note I sip from a chalice you call a disgrace But I’ve seen more mercy in the fucken shadows than lace You talk of light, of the narrow state But your welcome mat reads “decide their fate” I hiss a laugh from the back of the pew “Judge not,” darling… wasn’t that meant for you? Oh, hallelujah, pass the doubt You preach about love while you’re casting people out If holiness makes you cruel and fucken terse I’ll take my chances with a chapter of sin Sing amen, but check your own sin Fire and brimstone won’t let you in If heaven’s gate needs a moral bouncer I’ll be outside with better manners — and fangs with an answer You measure a soul with a ruler of fear Claiming the truth only visits you here But I’ve walked the night for a hundred-plus years And never saw grace arrive dressed in sneers You say I’m damned, unholy, unclean Because I don’t fit your celestial machine But your halo slips when the lights go low Funny how fast that compassion can go You speak in verses, polished and proud But whisper your hatred quieter than loud I bare my teeth in a devilish smirk At least I admit that my hunger’s a quirk Oh hallelujah, pass the doubt You preach about love while you’re casting you out If holiness makes you fucking cruel and terse I’ll take my chances with a chapter out of sin Sing amen, but check your aim Fire and brimstone don’t make you a saint If heaven’s gate needs a moral bouncer I’ll be outside with better manners — and fangs with an answer “Let he without sin…” — oh wait, that’s right You skipped that line in tonight’s rewrite “Turn the other cheek”… selective amnesia Seems rage is the part that most people please ya I don’t need wings, don’t need a throne Don’t need permission to leave folks alone If your God is love, then love shouldn’t hurt So why’s it always the kindest who burn first? Oh, hallelujah, pass the doubt You preach about love while you’re locking people out If righteousness comes with a loaded verse I’ll dance in the dark with a chapter and a curse Sing amen, but lose the whip Holiness shouldn’t come with a guilt-trip If paradise runs on fear rehearsed I’ll raise my glass to the beautifully cursed