Pythagoras

It starts with four, and nothing more

Five, six, seven, eight, are such a bore

Only takes three points to make a plane

Only takes two points to make a ray

And that leads us to the final one

All the endless possibilities of life and love

But even 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

These fallen angles sit and watch me bleed

And now I wonder if there's any room for me

I tried so hard to walk a straight line

But these angles redirect me every single time

Was he right or was it

All a lie