The Cake is all a Lie

Turrets firing back, so strap on that kevlar vest.

Forcing on the tests just for me, 'cause I'm the best.

This whack disaster, GLaDOS, is baking-cake obsessed,

But she's so distressed that she forgets just how to treat a guest.

So I'll play along with this quest, so the O-S doesn't get stressed.

This crap rat-man's a pest, knocking these cubes from east to west.

Then my inner cores fell blessed, that they out-possess the rest.

Then they get depressed realising that there's no contest.

But this egg-Chell left in the nest, has a thought just to suggest:

Can Aperture get a janitor? I'm glad that's off my chest.

Cave Johnson's speaking nonsense, and his mind is clearly messed.

But I can't just blaze this cube after it's smooth grooves I caressed.

 

The crazy ship has sailed, of my life turning normal.

Through the Blue, out the Orange, that's the key of portal.

I'm a puzzle God, never going back to mortal.

It's just a shame that I'm the flame, and I think these moths are awful.

The crazy ship has sailed, of my life turning normal.

Through the Blue, out the Orange, that's the key of portal.

I'm a puzzle God, never going back to mortal.

It's just a shame that I'm the flame, and I think these moths are awful.