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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow