『AA』は、胸のサイズで価値を決める社会”へ叩きつける反逆のロックアンセムだ。

問いかけるのはたった一つ——

「咲けない花は罪ですか。」

可愛さの基準、女らしさの物差し、足りないと決めつけられる身体。

その全部に、静かで鋭い刃を突きつける。

Flat＝劣等ではなく、Flat＝力。

“胸じゃなく、鼓動がバストラインだ”と叫ぶ主人公は、

飾りも虚像も脱ぎ捨て、自分を測り続ける社会へ反旗を翻す。

咲けなかった花でもいい。

咲けと言われた場所で咲けなくていい。

胸が小さいからこそ、胸を張る——その逆説が痛快で、誰よりも強い。

Flat but proud。

「咲けない花」に捧ぐ、誇りと革命の歌。

"AA" is a rebellious rock anthem that slams down on a society that determines one's worth by breast size.

It asks just one question:

"Is it a sin for a flower not to bloom?"

The standards of cuteness, the yardstick of femininity, and a body that is deemed inadequate.

It thrusts a quiet, sharp blade at all of these.

Flat does not mean inferiority, but flat means power.

"It's not my breasts that define my bustline, it's my heartbeat," the protagonist proclaims.

She sheds all ornamentation and illusion, and rises in rebellion against a society that continues to measure herself.

It's okay to be a flower that never bloomed.

You don't have to bloom where you're told to.

It's precisely because my breasts are small that I hold my head high—this paradox is exhilarating, and stronger than anyone else's.

Flat but proud.

A song of pride and revolution dedicated to a "flower that cannot bloom."

【Intro】

ナマミの胸で、世界を裂く

理想も見栄も、脱ぎ捨てろ

（AA！ Double A！）

耳を塞ぐ前に、聞け

胸無き我らが革命を

【Verse 1】

ねぇ、「女は曲線」って誰が決めた？

勝手に定規あてんなよ

パッドで飾る虚像に　息苦しくなる

心で測れ　命で勝負だ

派手なブラで作ったマーチ

押し売りスマイル、退場どうぞ

「可愛い」の基準　狭くて笑える

でも笑ってやるわ、この顔で

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【Pre-Chorus】

AでもEでも　値札は変わらぬ

だのに世間は胸で議論する

寄せて上げて、嘘を重ねて

でも本音はEが　いーんでしょ?

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【Chorus】

AA！ Double A！

平らな胸で空を裂け

愛を測るな　測量じゃ足りぬ

Flat is power, louder than lies！

誇れ、貧しき者よ

この鼓動が　本当のバストライン

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【Verse 2】

ねぇ、「モテたい」も「愛されたい」も

全部ほんとは同じ嘘

私は私で、世界に宣言

舞台は広く、観客ゼロでも

拍手はいらない、ブーイング上等

それが私のデビュー曲

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【Bridge】

ワイヤー締め付ける夜でも

胸無くても声はとどく

「足りない」って言葉で飢えた魂

誰よりデカい夢、抱いてる

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【Final Chorus】

AA！ Double A！

目盛で測るな、バカヤロウ！

傷つくほど強くなる

胸の奥で、叫びがある

「胸張れ」って言葉も今なら言える

胸がないからこそ——張ってんだ！！

（AA！ Double A！）

Flat but proud, this is my revolution！

『English ver 』

【Intro】

With a bare heart, I split the world open

Drop your ideals, your vanity—strip it all

(AA! Double A!)

Before you cover your ears, listen

To the revolution of the flat-chested

【Verse 1】

Hey, who decided “women must be curves”?

Don’t measure me with your stupid ruler

These padded illusions make it hard to breathe

Judge me by my soul—my life is what’s real

A marching beat built from flashy bras

Forced-smile sellers, kindly exit

Your “cute standards” are tiny, laughable

Fine then—I’ll laugh back with this face

【Pre-Chorus】

A or E, the price tag’s the same

Yet the world debates nothing but size

Push-up, squeeze in, layer on lies

But truth is—you want E, don’t you?

【Chorus】

AA! Double A!

With a flat chest, tear through the sky

Don’t measure love—your scale’s too small

Flat is power, louder than lies!

Be proud, all you “lacking” ones

This heartbeat is the real bust line

【Verse 2】

Hey, “I wanna be loved” and “I wanna be desired”

Aren’t they just the same kind of lie?

I am who I am—this is my declaration

A stage so wide, even with zero audience

No applause needed, booing’s welcome

That’s the opening track of my life

【Bridge】

Even on nights when wires dig into me

Even with no chest, my voice reaches

This soul, starved by the word “not enough,”

Holds a dream bigger than anyone’s

【Final Chorus】

AA! Double A!

Don’t you dare measure me, you fool!

The more I’m hurt, the stronger I stand

A scream echoes deep inside my chest

And now I can finally say “Hold your chest high”

Because I have none—so I hold it higher!

(AA! Double A!)

Flat but proud—this is my revolution!