X Marks The Spot

we jump over wide suited holes
obstacles to destroy,
black and white we choose
to rush and meet more fools

spots they create over white velvet sheets,
what a stain, what a stain
marked forever we jump unsuccessful
what a mas we´ve become
we chase the same cause of all causes
cause that is not a cause
mere illusions of what we are,
our spirits taimed, where our dreams remain
in what we see are drops in dehydration.