I'm like a nomad, travelling through the night
A rough ashlar to shape this inner fight
Some kind of mystic force inside of me
The Masonic mystery makes me wanna

Turn the key
To be what I should be
Can I know the unknown
Can't do it on my own

Secret signals somewhere in the streets of D.C.
A peculiar system of morality
Point within a circle, between compass and square
I came from nowhere
I found a way to

Turn the key
To be what I should be

Can I know the unknown
Can't do it on my own

It's in the mystery
The light shining through
Captures conspiracy
I'll cry for the moon
It all depends on me
It all depends on you

Turn the key
To be what I should be
Can I know the unknown
Can't do it on my own