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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.
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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