I wish I knew who you are beneath your skin and what secrets hide in the stains of your tears and what the vibration of the echo of your lust felt like as you drift to your wonderland of dreams of salty vice and hidden treasure under turbulent tides free of virtue and get tangled by the roots of your nocturnal bloom and find whether it is sweet honey gold or deadly poison dripping from your smiling lips as a surrender myself to your kiss without the fear of dying