Who will it be? If the candles were lit…. What Time had they promised? Who is this? Sometimes they see it, before they see it….
When I was twelve or thirteen, I had a terrible dream.
And it still haunts me, it still haunts me.
3:03, A gust comes and freezes me.
In my bed, enclosed, no open vents.
Still always 3:03…The doors are loudly slamming---

Mother
Mother standing in the dark, she hears what I do not, then alerts us all "The time has come, the time has come"
Father
Father smiles and whispers of horrors; in this gray room
It's clear these bodies don't contain my parents anymore
Who Is This????? (Repeat)

I'm now at age eighteen, forgotten all my dreams.
I've felt the love of those around me.
Heavy sleep, the darkness conquers me.
In my bed, the wind- but no open vents.
Again at 3:03, I'm wide awake and the doors start creaking---

Ana! You're Here!