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