I awaken in a box admist the warmth of the sun
Unaware of the world am I still an unborn child?

I retreat into my box amidst the warmth of the sun
Not wanting to be aware, am I still an unborn child?

Facial expressions INHERETED FROM MY MOMMY
Though they SAY THE ERRORS AREN'T REFLECTED TOO BAD in my body…

The womb and coffin I remembered
Are so very wide; they remind me of the clear blue sky

Eros and Tanatos beckon to me to follow
They want me… Such a transparent face…

They will visit the dollhouse again today
Without knowing the answer again my madness proceeds

If I can't even see my dreams of the floating sunrise
Without noticing the box, I just have my hypocritical [model #1] i.d.

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* Dollhouse

* mama's nakinagara = weeping; papa's = howling like an animal O_o

I didn't want you to think Cali Gari was just about deformed children, tuna, and love. They're about other things too, like this thing.