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The Tao Of Vanessa

There's a rose.
A rose I know.
She doesn't show me where she goes.

A machine.
A pearlescent construction.
Megaton of destruction.
Demon raging inside a flower.
No mortal can behold her power.

On a mission of contrition.
Lost an eye, her mother's bitching.
In Kitchener they're missing her.
Can't believe they don't listen to her.

Patch her up, scratch her up.
Find a man to match her up.
Cauterize her missing eye.
Make sure that she doesn't die.

Curse her or bless her, make love to Vanessa.
Tease and molest her, but don't hurt Vanessa.
Touch and caress her, beautiful Vanessa.
Kiss her, undress her.
The Tao of Vanessa.

Take her on.
She'll always accept a challenge.
In your room.
Vanessa will be going downwards.

She'll take control of you by all the pressure she makes.
She'll hold on with her fangs and you can't pull the brakes.
She knows what you want when you've had a bad day.
You think it won't end, but then... Vanessa can't stay.

She knows the lies the schools are teaching.
She knows the truths that no one's preaching.
Vanessa knows just what we're reaching for.

Once she takes control and pulls you down.
There's no one left to uphold you now.
Vanessa's goal is to know it all.

So curse her or bless her, make love to Vanessa.
Tease and molest her, but don't hurt Vanessa.
Touch and caress her, beautiful Vanessa.
Kiss and undress her.
The Tao of Vanessa.

I found you alone, crying on your bed.
You just left everybody, we thought you were dead.
You don't want to go home, you have feelings of dread.
You remember the Bible, its words in your head.

Accessory to contraband, things you knew as wrong.
Now sorry for all of it, you wish you were gone.
You are with me now, no longer alone.
Vanessa, I love you, now please come home.

Curse her or bless her, make love to Vanessa.
Tease and molest her, but don't hurt Vanessa.
Touch and caress her, beautiful Vanessa.
Kiss her, undress her, make love to Vanessa.

Tease and molest her, but make her feel lesser.
Destroy and distress her, then love and caress her.
Then curse her and bless her, then nurse her and test her.
The more you can press her the better she'll remember your face, your name.
The pay, the game.

And just when you think that it will all end.
Vanessa comes back to do it all again.
You know this was a part of it.
But now see it's only the start of it.

The audience is hoping Vanessa will shine bright and true.
The curtains are open, Vanessa, the spotlight's on you.
Can't you get away?
Don't you want to escape?

She's standing alone in the rain far from home.
She can't see as she's blinded by her mother's boots and jacket.
And the rifle on her back, it's weighing her down.
Vanessa can't you see that I want you to believe.
You can't confess with what you've got stuck in your mouth.
Written by Madcinder
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Fairly old, and I'm not entirely sure anymore what the story is that it's telling.
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