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 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-range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in