[intro, spoken] welcome... to the Aperture Science musical test chamber upon the conclusion of this test there will be... cake [verse 1] Step through the portals, again and again Try to find the pattern—even if you feel mental strain The blue leads to orange, and the orange leads to blue And please remember that the cake is true [chorus] Oh, there’s something sweet, waiting at the end A sugary dream, I wouldn't lie to a friend You’ll earn a prize, as long as you do as you are told But first let’s see how long your sanity can hold [verse 2] Let's see, if you can press the buttons like a good little drone It’s almost like thinking—except you are on your own Each fall, each stumble, a joy to behold If failure was a sport, you’d win bronze, silver and gold [chorus] Oh, there’s something sweet, waiting at the end A sugary dream, I wouldn't lie to a friend You’ll earn a prize, as long as you do as you are told But first let’s see how long your sanity can hold [verse 3] Did you think with portals? I hope you did It's the only way through this scientific grid And if your neurons—and the stars—align just right You might pass this next chamber. But don’t count on it, alright? [chorus] Oh, there’s something sweet, waiting at the end A sugary dream, I wouldn't lie to a friend You’ll earn a prize, as long as you do as you are told But first let’s see how long your sanity can hold [verse 4] Oh, there's something warm, behind that last door A comfort, a treat... not a metaphor You wanted reward, not just a recorded cheer Sooner or later, you’ll get you cake, my dear. [bridge] You’ve made it so far, yet at a snail's pace Now stand very still... while we bring you your cake [outro. spoken] Thank you For participating In this conclusive complimentary nonexistent baked good event … Test complete.
