As I take my transcendancy and rise into the sky. I never realized that I could get this high. I strip my clothes off and let things flap around. It reminds me of a jello slapping sound. I keep on rising, naked and free. I'm high enough to see, that no one can see me. So I do things that I wouldn't do ordinarily. And everything goes splendidly. I rise through the atmosphere and on into space. It would take a crowbar to pry this smile off my face. I be stinky cosmic naked and so could you. Embrace the misunderstood and become the untrue.