Pythagoras

[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?

[Verse 3]
You try so hard to walk a straight line
But these angles redirect you every single time
But leave the line and leave your fears, my friend so you can hear
The story of the music of the spheres
You see, the master, he had a dream
Of a great interplanetary symphony
Spanning vast across this endlessness of galaxies
And the instruments are you and me

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, but now that the song's begun
You say you want to walk away and leave the song undone
Can't you see you were meant to be a rising sun?
Not a setting one, so stick with me and drop the gun

[Chorus]
He was right from the start
Everyone is living art
So play your part from the heart
He was right, he was right

[Bridge]
I feel I've been kissed by existentialist bliss
And no drug on Earth can compare
So dissolve in the freedom, there's no need to flee from
Your treason, your reasons to be

[Chorus]
He was right, we're all living art
And we all must play our part
So go to sleep beating heart
And sleep tight, 'cause
He was right