(Milan Hlavsa/Martin Algy)  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  --------------------------------------------------------------------