I am the sentinel
My mind, my heart, my soul is calm
I go by many other names
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow
I'm sending you all to hell
But now
I feel my meditation so deep within
I'm sending you all to hell
While I sit here sauntering my C-2 bomb
I am the sentinel
Got some wires crossed in my twisted head
'Cause it's my fate
But now
And I'm nothing at all like you
I operate on hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
I'm sending you all to hell
I go by many other names
I operate on hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
I am the sentinel
There's something disturbing, going on in my turban
I want the world to know
I want the world to know
Connect the green wire here or was it red?
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow
'Cause it's my fate
I'm not a Mormon freak, I'm not a Catholic geek
While my medication's kicking in
I'm home, home on the range
I want the world to know
