Know o'no?

Like smoke in the lungs. Like an empty soul. They emerged from the depth of Gibrahollywood.
Four guns in the dust fighting just for you. Black horses run away of Gibrahollywood.
Dead goats around snakes. Listen broken bones! Put your hands in the sand and feel that this is your home.
Know o'no?, Know o'no? Know o'no?, Know o'no?
The seasons come and go remembering old days, when you take a look back you will know who they were.