The Sentinel

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 soldering my C2 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 Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate 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 disturbin'
Going on in my turban
And I'm home, home on de-range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in
Cause it's my fate
I operate on
Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate 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