Rest in Peace


PARKER:
My life never began until I stopped living.
My heart never beat until it was still.
I had to die to feel more alive
But I don’t want to do it twice.

ZOEY:
Dying was a shock but it gave me the chance
To find someone new and try again from scratch.
What a cruel joke, Though I should be the ghost
I am the one who’s haunted by my past.

BROCK:
Was I just attacked by monsters
or could it be that I was saved
Pardoned by my baby, Fresh out of the grave?
But their skin is flaking off of their face
and they limp along at a grandpa’s pace
Their diet consists of human brains.
They’re souless, inhuman.

BROCK:
(spoken)
This is no time for merriment! There’s two more left… and I know where they’re headed.

PARKER:
He parades around with shotguns raised
with parts of us smeared across his face
and he won’t stop until we’re all erased
He’s souless, inhuman

ZOEY:
Remember it wasn’t always brains that we longed to eat
We didn’ t walk around in bodies made of rotting meat.
Just as we have changed, Brock’s heart has grown dark
but he is still a person and, like anyone, he’s flawed

PARKER:
That heart of his writhes in his chest like an oozing, fattened leach
pumping blood as black as an oil crest on a Louisiana beach.
Swift, his disease is, it feeds on the weaknesses of a fearful population
mutating their flaws into one hateful cause that results in our decapitation.

BROCK:
Whoever they were before the change.

PARKER:
Has shriveled up and died away.

PARKER & BROCK:
Empty shells of humanity
They’re zombies!

TOWNPERSON:
What?

BROCK:
Zombies! You know, Mindless monsters munching minds.

PARKER:
Bumbling brutes, brainlessly blind

TOWNSPERSON:
Stinking sickness, soul-sucking slime

PARKER:
Lunatic lemmings, leaping off the …uh, cliff

PARKER, BROCK, TOWNSPEOPLE:
Whoever they were before the change
has shriveled up and died away
empty shells of humanity
They’re Zombies!

TOWNPERSON:
What?

OTHER TOWNSPERSON:
Zombies

TOWNPERSON:
Oh. Rabid raving wretched rotters.

PARKER:
Paltry parade of pointless pride
fanatical fiends feasting on fright

TOWNSPERSON:
Hapless heathens. Hecho en Hell!

PARKER, BROCK, TOWNSPEOPLE:
Whoever they had been before
may as well just be ignored
cause now they’re beasts and nothing more

PARKER, BROCK, TOWNSPEOPLE:
They’re Zombies

ZOEY:
but —

PARKER:
Zombies!

ZOEY:
No! Confused conflicted creatures, cozened cavalcade
Connivingly convinced to conduct a crude crusade.

PARKER & ZOEY:
Whatever it was they once believed
got lost in the waves of an angry sea
Perhaps one day they’ll finally see.
But for now we’ll have to run.

BROCK:
Whatever it is they think they are
To us they’re just an unsightly mar
They’re not going to make it very far
It kind of makes me laugh…
ha…

You can run, my love, but your fate is not up to you.
You think you can have your brains and eat ’em too?
When I catch up to you, you’ll find it quite shocking to see
That I am no longer your beloved little Brockly.

Whatever we may have had before now doesn’t mean a lick
You’re just one last item on my list that needs a tick
I’d rather see you in pieces than together with someone else.
If you can’t be with me then you can only be in hell.

PARKER:
Zoey it’s too dark.
I can’t see the path in front of me

ZOEY:
Just follow my voice
It’s gonna get lighter you will see.
It’s always darkest just before the dawn.
Please trust in me we must keep pushing on.

ZOEY & PARKER:
Soon enough the sun will rise
and light the way to paradise
Under some distant foreign skies
We’ll finally live in peace

BROCK:
Soon enough the sun will rise
and reveal the evil behind their eyes.
Once I hear their final cries
my heart will finally be free.

MOB:
The light above will bring a fire underneath
a flaming monument to our noble victory.
They have no souls, no hearts, they won’t feel any pain
So tearing them apart is both heroic and humane.

Scum of the Earth, vile and depraved.
Once we wipe them out,
we’ll see a brighter day.

PARKER:
We’re close, I can see the moon reflecting off the waves.
Maybe, after all, we’ll live to see another day.

MOB:
We’ve almost got them,
I can smell their rancid fetid skin.

PARKER:
Hurry, Zoey.
I can hear the humans closing in.

MOB:
We’re gonna see them fry tonight.

ZOEY:
I don’t want to die tonight.

MOB:
We’re gonna end this war tonight.

ZOEY & PARKER:
One way or another we’re gonna rest in peace tonight.

BROCK & TOWNSPEOPLE (same time):
One way or another we’re gonna rest in peace tonight.

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