Vocaloids and their songs

Open close rakasha and the corpse

These may not be the exact lyrics but they are singable
The lyrics are by vochii on deviant art
English
Crippled, broken creature asked the child standing nearby,
"Come once my only child, we shall go to play a game."
Strained by nothing but the leash that wrapped around it's collar,
And even so, the misfortune could never serve the same.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Stupas standing broad and tall along the mid-horizon,
"Come once my only child, we shall dance the night away."
Flowers twined together on the alter in the garden,
They grimace and grumble as her mind came to decay.

Streamers dangling of carps and spider weaves,
Reappearing is a skull in the leaves.

Yai, yai, practice in the sense of a game,
Yai, yai, smiling and laughing more,
Rai, rai, hold it in to release the pain,
Rai, rai, Rakshasa and the corpse.

One-two-three, let's release it all once again,
Five-six-seven, and raise your hands up higher,
Dangling from pine trees, the foolery never ends,
Let us all be happy, for once we are together.

Poisoned, hopeless criminal is laughing at the murdered,
While the murdered loved ones began to fight the pain,
"You had made a vow to him, and you must keep that promise."
The dead can never speak, no matter what you claim.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Good for your advantage, buy a group of lovely roses,
As one after others were sold and sold again,
The ugly-duckling that remains when the shop closes,
She weeps, as she knows that she is there to die in vain.

Yai, yai, mischief pulled beneath sulking rain,
Yai, yai, dancing and laughing more,
Rai, rai, hold it in to release the pain,
Rai, rai, Rakshasa and the corpse.

Three-two-one, hold your breath until your choking,
Seven-eight-ten, let's release it all again,
Even scolding towers couldn't help retain the smoking,
As the door was closed, it appeared to be the end.

You'd think it's none of your business anymore,
Not until someone is there to push you to the floor,
You'd think it's none of your business anymore,
Not until someone is there to push you to the floor,
You'd think it's none of your business anymore,
Not until someone is there to push you to the floor.
One's misfortune is another happiness.

Yai, yai, shall we birth another being?
Yai, yai, mixing in the tears galore,
Rai, rai, alphabet is unraveling,
Rai, rai, Rakshasa and the corpse.

One-two-three, let's release it all once again,
Five-six-seven, and raise your hands up higher,
Before the birds call, let's bring this all to an end,
One-two-three, see you all amongst the fire.

Aaaaaaaah-
One-two-three, see you all inside of Hell.