Peace for the restless
And living's for the dead.
Mercy's for the rage
Screaming in my head.

Death is for the monsters
That haunt when I don't sleep.
Flight is for the grounded.
Treasure's in the deep.

Sailing's for the nauseous
Who's problems are fair game.
Sense is for the fools
Who think that treasures' all the same.

Action's for the calm.
Civil's for the hot.
Love is for the cold
Who's stomach's tied in knots.

Free is for the claimed.
Warmth is for the sleet.
This hate is all for you,
The treasure I can't keep.

So spread your wings and fly away,
The sky you soon shall sweep!
Depart from those who shed no tears,
My treasure of the deep.