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 its my fate I operate on hate I go by many other names But now
I am the sentinel I want the world to know Im sending you all to hell Im tired and Im wired here to blow
Theres something disturbing Going on in my turban Im home, home on dethe range I feel my meditation so deep within While my medications kicking in
Cause its my fate I operate on hate I go by many other names But now
I am the sentinel I want the world to know Im sending you all to hell Im tired and Im wired here to blow
I am the sentinel I want the world to know Im sending you all to hell Im tired and Im wired here to blow