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!