Lost in Sauces

There's a silence in the day, as the minds begin to soar, the bodies begin to rave, therefore the hearts lie on the floor, what is there that remains, as we ponder on our choices, the trips pour down as if they're acid rain, as we do anything to stop the voices, we suffer from the maggots, as we begin to lay it down, then it seems we throw ourselves in traffic, as a stranger lays our body down, that ecstacy mixed with PCP, the cocaine possesed with 'shrooms, the trips mask every sorrowful sting, as the tension leaves the room, it seems that we our lost in sauces, as we yearn to fill a void, there is something that remains so caustic, as we change our fix to change the noise, hallucinations leave us stranded, as we end fighting on our own, no more sorrow for we're now enchanted, as we yearn for peace in resting homes