Pythagoras Emezie Okorafor

[Verse 1]
It starts with four, and nothing more
Five, six, seven, eight are such a bore
It only takes three points to make a plane
Only takes two points to make a ray
And that leads us to the final one
And all the endless possibilities of life and love
The infinite potential of a rising sun
Amber angel of perfection, with number one

[Verse 2]
But though the numbers all add to ten
I look around and see the world has lost its mind again
I see no savior, only danger
I see no angels, only angles
Now these angles are all I see
I can feel them poking littlе tiny holes in me
Thesе fallen angles love to puncture me and watch me bleed
Now I have to wonder if there's any room for me

[Chorus]
Was he right from the start?
Are we all living our
Mind and heart, living art
Was he right, or was it all a lie?