SCEPTRE & THE FROWN MUST TUMBLE DOWN- CONSCIOUSNESS & ISLAM

Описание: LYRICS by SAM MOHSIN-- WWW.CONSCIOUSNESSANDISLAM.COM

Love as the Axis of the World
On the surface, it appears that money governs the trajectory of global power, as if material accumulation alone steers the destiny of nations and civilizations. Yet at a deeper, metaphysical level, this is an illusion of appearance, not a truth of essence.

In reality, the sustaining force of the world is not steel, currency, or dominance of matter, but a subtler principle: love. Love is the hidden architecture beneath power, the unseen coherence holding the system intact. It is the wave beneath the particle, the meaning beneath the measurable.

Were money—or matter itself—to truly supersede love, were the particle to overpower the wave entirely, the universe would lose its balance. Existence depends on harmony, not conquest. A cosmos ruled solely by possession would collapse into entropy, for separation cannot sustain creation.

The fact that the world still stands, that life continues to unfold rather than implode, is evidence enough: love remains the ultimate determinant of the global and cosmic trajectory. It operates silently, often unnoticed, yet it governs all motion, all order, and all return. Power may appear to belong to those who control matter, but endurance belongs to that which preserves unity—and unity is the signature of love.

lyrics-

They told us power had a price…
Count it. Stack it. Guard it.
But no one asked—
What happens when the stack meets eternity?

Sceptres tremble in the dark,
Frowns rehearse their fall…

[Verse 1 ]
On the surface of the world it looks simple and clear,
Numbers rule the nations, markets steer the engineer.
Flags bow to currencies, steel defines the throne,
Crowns of calculation claim the world as owned.

They say history is written by the richest hand,
By the loudest army, by the strongest command.
But every empire rehearses the same refrain,
A rise toward forgetting, a fall toward the plain.

Because every sceptre learns, sooner or late,
There’s a gravity no crown can dominate.

[Pre-Chorus – Rising melody]
Appearance wears authority, but it cannot stay,
Possession plays the ruler till it fades away.
What you grasp isn’t power, what you hoard isn’t whole,
There’s a deeper law inscribed in the soul.


Sceptre and the frown
must tumble down,
At the feet of the Raḥmān — the only Crown.

It ain’t the money that moves the world around,
It’s Al-Wadūd in the love that holds the orbit, keeps the chaos bound.
Al-Qayyūm in the breath by which all worlds stand,
The wave beneath the particle, the truth beneath the hand.


[Vrse 2 ]
Steel can shape a skyline, gold can buy some time,
But neither can outrun the limit drawn by the Divine.
Empires rise on leverage, collapse beneath their weight,
Every frown of dominance is already too late.

For domination hardens, then fractures the whole,
While mercy keeps coherence from the heart to the soul.
What claims to be ultimate must answer the test:
Can it stand when placed at the feet of the Most Merciful? — Yes or rest?

[PreChorus2 – Softer, intimate]
Separation can conquer, but it cannot remain,
It can rule the surface, not the meaning of pain.
What survives every cycle, every rise and decline,
Is what bows without fear to the Source of all time.


[Chorus – Fuller, harmonized]
Sceptre and the frown
must tumble down,
At the feet of the Raḥmān — the only Crown.

Al-Ḥaqq is the why beneath the how we see,
No illusion strong enough to silence reality.
And Al-Mu’min is the trust that carries me and you,
The unseen hand of unity pulling us through.

[Bridge – Spoken word, minimal music]
Listen…

Every throne believes it stands alone.
Until it learns standing was never its own.

If power were final, love would be gone.
If crowns were eternal, the world would have torn.

But the cosmos still breathes,
Still bends, still returns—
Because everything knows
Where it must fall.

[Verse 3 – Slow, reverent]
Love doesn’t march in columns or sharpen its glare,
It doesn’t wear the frown of control or despair.
It governs like gravity, silent and wide,
Before which all symbols of force subside.

Crowns may glitter, sceptres may sound,
But none can stand where mercy is found.
What bows survives, what resists is done—
Such is the law of the Raḥmān.

[Final Chorus – Grand, transcendent]
Sceptre and the frown
must tumble down,
At the feet of the Raḥmān — the only Crown.

It ain’t the money that moves the world around,
It’s Al-Wadūd in the love that holds the orbit, keeps the chaos bound.
Al-Qayyūm in the breath by which all worlds stand,
The wave beneath the particle, the truth beneath the hand.

Every breath is proof, every dawn decree,
Unity survives where division can’t be.
The throne may shine, the crown may deceive,
But mercy is the power that makes worlds breathe.

[Outro – Soft fade]
So remember this
When power hardens its brow…

Every symbol of rule
Learns the same vow:

To fall—
Not into ruin,
But into truth.t
At the feet of the Raḥmān.
The only Crown.