Dead & Bloated

I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me Cause I'm dead and bloated I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me Cause I'm dead and bloated Oh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinking You can't swallow what I'm thinking I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am trampled under sole of Another man's shoes Guess I walked too softly Oh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinking You can't swallow what I'm thinking I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me Cause I'm dead and bloated I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I run through the world Thinking 'bout tomorrow Thinking 'bout tomorrow I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me on My birthday deathbed I am smelling like the rose That somebody gave me Somebody gave me Somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 07, 2026