Living in a dome
You can't leave well enough alone
If I have friends they must be ghosts
So I can sleep here in my dome
Living in a cube
You want a room with nicer views
You count the squares, you count the rectangles
The man's there in your cube!
It's a cold, stark semi-sphere!
It's a hard place to call home!
(If you're powers are mental,
Your angst existential
It's not accidental that you end up in your own
Dome)
Life, it seems, was never meant to be
Greater than the imaginary number
Of complex friends
Nothing's ever different in my dome
'Cause the constant is the square of my problems
Times the reason why
I'm living in a dome
I'm living in a dome
I'm living in a dome
We're all living in a dome!
Living in a cone
When you have problems of your own
The standing waves produce a tone
That can be heard inside your cone
Living in a square
You wish your friends weren't really there
You check the sides, you check the corners
There's circles in your square!
It's a harsh geometry
It's a time-loop plot nightmare
My world's repetitious, I'm not superstitious
But my actions always send me back to this
Square!