Senses Fail

This captain goes down with the ship,
"All hands on deck
Stand hip to hip."
I shout the orders,
"Shoot to kill.
Rum's not to burn,
It's not to burn."
And all my enemies,
I want their eyes to see,
Their captain walk the plank,
Set fire to everything.
Sail with me into the setting sun,
The battle has been won but war has just begun.
And as we float emotion starts to die.
We need to find a way just to keep our desires alive.