Cursed / Blessed (This Way)
Alex Wilson
Description
"Cursed / Blessed (This Way)" delves into the intoxicating duality of a captivating, enigmatic figure. With a dark pop sensibility, the song explores themes of temptation, power, and the blurring lines between virtue and sin. The protagonist embodies both angelic allure and devilish charm, leaving a lasting, indelible mark on those who cross their path. The track blends haunting melodies with driving beats, creating an atmosphere of seductive unease and irresistible magnetism.
Lyrics
Intro (whisper / breaths) Halo, horns—same head. Verse 1 I was born with a spark and a price tag, Silver tongue with a bite like a nightcap. Pretty ache in a dress made of warning, Pray at dusk and misbehave by morning. Every door loves the way that I knock, Every truth wears a counterclock. If fate is honest, it's saying my name— Sweet like honey, cuts like blame. Pre-Chorus You touch the fire 'cause the light looks kind, You say 'be good,' then you change your mind. I'm soft like velvet, wired like a trap— Say you want heaven, then you pull me back— Chorus I'm blessed this way, cursed the same, Gold on a wound you can't explain. Kiss like a prayer, burn like a flame— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Angel handwriting, sinner's pen, Promise you once, break it again. You say my name and you can't get clean— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Post-Chorus (chant / chopped vox) Blessed—cursed—this way. (Hush.) Blessed—cursed—this way. (Touch.) Blessed… cursed… this way. Verse 2 I make rules just to test where they bend, Take the long road, arrive like a trend. Holy water in a lipstick shade, Cross on my neck like a masquerade. I leave fingerprints on your better self, Rewrite the vows on your highest shelf. Call it a gift, call it a hex— Either way you're under it—next. Pre-Chorus You keep your distance till the lights go low, You want the truth but you love the show. I'm soft like velvet, wired like a trap— Say you want out and you're crawling back— Chorus I'm blessed this way, cursed the same, Gold on a wound you can't explain. Kiss like a prayer, burn like a flame— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Angel handwriting, sinner's pen, Promise you once, break it again. You say my name and you can't get clean— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Bridge (breakdown) Saint on Sunday, wolf on Tuesday, Write your sins on me in blue ink. If it's wrong, then say it two ways— Cross your heart and don't think. Tell me I'm your weakness—speak it loud Tell me I'm your heaven—spell it out Drop blessed—cursed—feels so… good… Final Chorus I'm blessed this way, cursed the same, Gold on a wound you can't explain. Kiss like a prayer, burn like a flame— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Angel handwriting, sinner's pen, Promise you once, break it again. You say my name and you can't get clean— Blessed this way, cursed the same. Tag (whisper) Halo, horns—same head.