Habit

You guys classify everything, separate, want to categorize
People for some reason want to classify, whether there is a nature or not
You guys who say there are human races in this world are ridiculous
Those who have it and those who don't, those who do it properly and those who don't

Are you okay with that? You can't calm down without classifying
Don't you want to peek outside the boundaries you don't notice?
Feeling uncomfortable? Your mood doesn't improve
In other words, it's not that simple

Something more ambiguous, delicate, and mysterious
For example, those who have it but can't show it, those who do it but shouldn't
Those who pretend to sell it even though they have it
Those who become anxious at home
The protagonist is gifted
I'm just an ordinary housewife
Isn't that good? Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it the completion of deep understanding?

I didn't say I have a dream
I won't become such a hypocrite
Just don't get caught up in that nature
Every time you throw it away, your victory becomes visible

We are also animals, this kind of animal
What if we say that far? Normally, from the bottom of the stomach
We are also animals
Therefore, there is no need for self-classification
Don't classify yourself
Show them how scary that bad habit is

Show them how scary that bad habit is

I, an adult, shouldn't say things I shouldn't say
Teaching is honestly comfortable
Turning sake into a fish, making a profit
And you becoming a trigger for progress
That's a win-win situation
This and that are disappointing
In the first place, it depends on you
After that, I'm not interested

What do you want to do in the future?
The act of being asked by someone
I want to believe it's not the end
But if it's not, it's quite unusual

You guys were classified
Because you're smoldering in an ordinary box
I'm a good-for-nothing who's been sleeping there all along

I have a low spec to begin with
So I struggled and struggled, barking hard
If you classify my past
It's obvious from anyone's point of view
In the immediate vicinity, money, love, luck, fortune, fate
Why do you clean it up with letters?

We are more ambiguous
Something complex, mysterious
Don't pretend and show off
There's no power to classify you as you classify yourself

We are also animals, this kind of animal
What if we say that far? Normally, from the bottom of the stomach
We are also animals
Therefore, there is no need for self-classification
Don't classify yourself
Show them how scary that bad habit is

Show them how scary that bad habit is

We are also animals, this kind of animal
What if we say that far? Normally, from the bottom of the stomach
We are also animals
Therefore, there is no need for self-classification
Don't classify yourself
Show them how scary that bad habit is

Show them how scary that bad habit is