Hey you, Mister Holy One don't let no dirty soul get through that door
Stand tall as the wicked ones drag their dirty sins across your floor
I see right through the emptiness in you
Hollow shell straight from hell
Scarecrow save yourself
Hollow soul I don't need your help
You stand on the weak
Turn down the lost
Save me from all that you are
Don't cast your judgment down by empty words that know no love at all
Redemption finds its way to the willing ones so broken from the fall
I see right through the emptiness in you
Hollow shell straight from hell
Scarecrow save yourself
Hollow soul I don't need your help
You stand on the weak
Turn down the lost
Save me from all that you are
Scarecrow save yourself
Hollow soul I don't need your help
Scarecrow save yourself
Hollow soul I don't need your help
You stand on the weak
Turn down the lost
Save me from all that you are
