オブソミート (Obsolete Meat) (feat. Kasane Teto)

Just one fine dish was all it took
And all of a sudden, we're rated as high as they pushed it - 3 stars
So, we set up a shop with a tempo all too much for our means
Unaware of the ins and outs, we went under

Substance, etiquette
Table manners
Just, what even are those?
We just took a convenient, arbitrary shot in the dark
And just like that
Our public image took form!

Oh! Is it all just
The trendability that gets ahead
And we wolf it down, not getting to properly digest the stuff?
But, to get to the meat of it, if we're only conscious about
How good it looks on the surface
The taste can be, like, whatever, it seems

If these menus we're churning out for dear life don't even reach anyone
Would it be synonymous to a nothing-burger?
In any case, I'm getting fed up with those
Baseless rumors, on those review sites with scorn all about!

One after another, all types of new food pop up
And you won't catch up if you try eating them all
Once you've had a bit of that
Just have as much fun as you see fit

Our voices are stifled, not leaving any shadows
And merely place shackles on our service
Our extraordinary ideas, stuff like that
Are just akin to garbage

We, slaves, offer up the same tastes again and again
To a picky eater God
If I was able to satisfy you
My feelings are of no concern!

With each new dish
A sense of nostalgia rushes out from somewhere
It's like, every year, we're always making the same moves
Really, we're full to bursting on it

What's subjective and what's objective
Become jumbled up with one another
Like a disgusting salad bowl?
Or is that just confirmation bias
In opposition with the truth?

Then, suppose this
If, in a few years from now, the stars in the limelight
Where to be replaced
Even when that happens
Would you still be here, still be by my side?

As a consequence of the climb and decline of trends
We rot, falling off and away
Not even past our expiry date
We're disposed of at once, and then
Next order

You, gleefully proclaiming an open secret needing no mention
How many times have you said the same thing, over and over?
Now that it's come to this, there's nothing else to be done
Hope you enjoy your cold scraps

I subsequently aimed for ambition
Isn't being too greedy just a big waste?
This dignity we harbor unchangingly
May we never cast it away

With provisions that have gone oversaturated
We turn out fast to cycle through those, too!
Let's not bother ourselves with senseless rumors and
Have it our own way

If you only take the time to eat imitation food
Look, you're gonna come to hate the same old taste
That stuff may already be done for at this point
So, after we've had a bit of everything, as much as we wanted
We'll clasp our hands together, and say our thanks for the meal!