The Scret Lfe Of Mark Bristow Lyrics - Singles - Mortimer Nova

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 kill her more 

than when he was 

watching her sleep 

knowing all the while 

she had betrayed him 

the meek will inherit the earth