Istasha
Dustbin
Feet up
Left out
Merged with morbid grounds

Harvest
Protest
Speak out of rusted mouths

Delve down
Dried trees part

And don't tell
And don't tell at all

Mean tread down
Stare in the raw third eye

Treason guise
Guided in a sea of vile

Though it never wanted
Thought it never wanted to perceive the sight