I'm not a Buddha boy, I'm not a muslim man
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-range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in