Ministry of love

Ministry of love
(Lag / texti: Magnús Thorlacius)

There’s a building that looks over the whole city
and it sets the rules for me and you.
Intimidating walls of stone,
impenetrable doors of gold,
in the ministry of love.
In the ministry of love.

Trying to tame this impulsive feeling.
Trying to direct the flames of heaven.
I’ve no control, so I wonder how and if you people do.
Chained in and following the fashion of today.
Of today, of today.

Is it accepted by the judgement of the masses?
Keeping in order what you think.
Something that won’t be contained,
written in my soul and veins,
in the ministry of love.
In the ministry of love.

Trying to tame this impulsive feeling.
Trying to direct the flames of heaven.
I’ve no control, so I wonder how and if you people do.
Chained in and following the fashion of today.
Of today, of today.

Trying to tame this impulsive feeling.
Trying to direct the flames of heaven.
I’ve no control, so I wonder how and if you people do.
Brain dead, I wonder if you’ve ever truly known.
Truly known, truly known, truly known, truly known.

[af plötunni Myrkvi – Reflections]