Ongoing upgrind

What is worth the deal
When the end is a book with seven seals?

Roaming on the surface of the sun
You search for your jaws and tongue
With efforts only spoken by the drunk
Believing the sun already sunk

We think the same
Speak the same
But your actions tell a different game
Lend me a hand, only a fool would reject
When he faces the depth

But what if a fool
Never spoke to the living?
Never learned from the dead?
Resting his fate in the hands of the shades
Speaken a language of decadence and wealth
What if your where in his place?
For what reason would you crave?

Roaming on the surface of the sun
You search for your jaws and tongue
With efforts only spoken by the drunk
Believing the sun already sunk