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