They whisper in your ear words that deafen the soul Open the cage of your body; there's a thing that will do it It's a thing that will make a tiny door in your body Transform the thick darkness of your consciousness Into colored light Rubber monsters march into the distance You wade through a cloying river A whip drives you along a glass road; breath blows things away The body is gone You look for your doors, try to enter A gentle whistling assaults your ears Beyond the world of waking, nothing lies in wait One side of things is satin The other is rough