It's Much Too Late

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 soldering 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
 (Hate, hate, hate, hate, 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 the range
 I feel my meditation so deep within
 While my medication's kicking in
 'Cause it's my fate
 I operate on hate
 (Hate, hate, hate, hate, 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