Brother isaiah

My brother Isaiah, a pure soul as may be
spit his blood out--his health is done hard
not like before, he lived in hope
playing with fate, driving fools away
my brother Isaiah, seeking to save himself,
trampled down rock and flower
all the world he cannot hold no more.
path in circles his deadly curse

door is locked, what's your sin?
Brother Zay, let me in, brother Zay let me in!
dead, alive, or in between--brother Zay, let me in! Brother Zay, let me in!
dead, alive, or in between--brother Zay, let me in!

my brother Isaiah, truth known to you and I
the door is locked, woe to foes!
but in friends' hands, the keys remain
while he's at sea, he's a bright white sail

door is locked, what's your sin?
Brother Zay, let me in, brother Zay let me in!
dead, alive, or in between--brother Zay, let me in! Brother Zay, let me in!
dead, alive, or in between--brother Zay, let me in!