Turn the Key -

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