Mortimer Nova - The Scret Lfe of Mark Bristow lyrics

the perfect life the white picket fence kind the upstanding type the perfect lie we've all got demons inside that tear out the pilgrim dressed in white they stop us from doing whats right we can only apologize for our meaningless sighs that lack empathy for attempted cries the perfect life the perfect life he clears his throat and smiles he washes his hands and walks away from the only woman he ever loved besides his wife torn from the hand of his gone father hates to have to let his mother go brought to life watching her die he clears his throat and smiles he washes his hands and walks away from the only woman he ever loved besides his wife he thinks of how he never wanted to k** her more than when he was watching her sleep knowing all the while she had betrayed him the meek will inherit the earth