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