Knight Without His Sky

I wasn't too sure where I was back then
It was Saturday at approximately 5:39 PM
I was on the road and I passed through Pleasure Valley
It's far from torture

I saw a graveyard on my left and some shrubbery on my right
I'm okay, I'm alright

I'm sick of love
I'm not in dire need of your pulse to keep my heart beating
I'm not starving for the pain of your grip

You spit fire, you burned me down

I love loveless night skies

It's alright, it's okay