This was a tri-umph I'm making a note here: huge suc-cess It's hard to over-state my satis-faction Aperture Sci-ence We do what we must be-cause we can For the good of all of us, ex-cept the ones who are dead But there's no sense crying over every mis-take You just keep on trying till you run out of cake And the science gets done and you make a neat gun For the people who are still a-live I'm not even angry I'm being so sin-cere right now Even though you broke my heart and killed me And tore me to pie-ces And threw every piece in-to a fire As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you Now these points of data make a beautiful line And we're out of beta, we're re-leasing on time So I'm glad I got burned, think of all the things we learned For the people who are still a-live Go ahead and leave me I think I'd pre-fer to stay in-side Maybe you'll find someone else to help you Maybe Black Me-sa That was a joke, ha ha, fat chance Anyway this cake is great, It's so del-icious and moist Look at me still talking when there's science to do When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you I've ex-periments to run, there is research to be done On the people who are still a-live And be-lieve me I am still a-live I'm doing science and I'm still a-live I feel fan-tastic and I'm still a-live While you're dying I'll be still a-live And when you're dead I will be still a-live Still A-live Still A-live