Verse 1

Wake up on a steel plate

White walls

No windows

Ceiling made of cameras

Blinking like black crows

Endless doors with numbers

Each one wants your name

Floor is chalked with circles

Ghosts that learned the game

Chorus

Welcome to the depths of Aperture

Where gravity folds on command

One small gun tears holes in the universe

Blue and orange in your shaking hands

GLaDOS hums your file like a funeral hymn

Every test a staircase you descend

You keep falling through the same two wounds