In Time Pt. 2 & Pt. 3

Breakfast in bed, coffee, sulfur, and wine
I look out my window at the crack in the sky
White linen and laundry everyday we're inside
That thing in the floor will probably grow tonight, again

In time
Things small
Always seem to double and grow
What's more
Big things
They must always come to an end

The men in the pantry whisper when they get high
Raising a glass to Lucifer's eyes
Well don't these things always, always seem to end
With love in the gutter and the death of better men

In time
Things small
Always seem to double and grow
What's more
This life
Has never been just what it seems to be

Descend in premonitions
Echoes a dying fiction
Aaah
Suspend in superstitions
Plasmic reverberations
I'm still dreaming
Transcend enter dimension
A subconscious transmission
I'm still dreaming
As the days go