The Sentinel

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
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 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
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 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