(spoken) “That in the dispensation of the fulness of times he might gather together in one all things in Christ, both which are in heaven, and which are on earth…” (INTRO) The light tilted. The world held its breath. The center woke beneath creation. Low choirs rumble like buried stars — a gravity older than galaxies gathering strength. (VERSE 1) Shadows shook as the self-made center slipped, small thrones shivering on their stolen ground. Mirrors cracked with slow, seismic sighs, reflecting a reign they never owned. The ego’s trembling geometry began to grind apart — a great, groaning downfall of illusions descending into dust. (PRE-CHORUS) Rivers of reason rush back to the root, every roar, every realm realigning. The sovereign silence spreads — a pull so pure it shatters the self. (CHORUS) All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center — the Great Unshifting begins. (VERSE 2) Then the Real rose — raw, radiant, relentless. A divine gravity gathered the scattered, pulling pride from its false poles. What was crooked straightened, what was drifting returned. The depth of the decree dragged every orbit back to the One still point that never shifted. (PRE-CHORUS) Rivers of reason rush back to the root, every roar, every realm realigning. The sovereign silence spreads — a pull so pure it shatters the self. (CHORUS) All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center — the Great Unshifting begins. (BRIDGE) The false gods fade. The ground grows still. A single, sovereign breath resets the spinning world. Gravity of God gathers the ground, grinds the grand illusions down. Sovereign strength sinks to the soul, revealing the Real in roaring gold. “And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.” (solo) (FINAL CHORUS) All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center. All things fall back to Your center — where the false can never reign. Every kingdom bends. Every mirror breaks. The universe exhales. (OUTRO) The shift is not a strike — but a return. Reality reclaiming what was always His. “Declaring the end from the beginning… My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure.”
