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 de/the 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