I'm not a Buddha boy

I'm not a Muslim man

I'm not a Christian or a Jew



I'm not a Mormon freak

I'm not a Catholic geek

And I'm nothing at all like you



My mind, my heart, my soul is calm

While I sit here sauteriing my c-2 bomb

Got some wires crossed

In my twisted head

Connect the green wire here or was it red?



Cause it's my fate

I operate on hate

I go by many other names

But now



I am the sentinel

I want the world to know

I'm sending you all to hell

I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow



There's something disturbing

Going on in my turban

I'm home, home on dethe range

I feel my meditation so deep within

While my medication's kicking in



Cause it's my fate

I operate on hate

I go by many other names

But now



I am the sentinel

I want the world to know

I'm sending you all to hell

I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow



I am the sentinel

I want the world to know

I'm sending you all to hell

I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow