VØNTAK - The Ghosts Are out Tonight

There's a whisper crawling up from the drain that says river keeps count just the same.
I tried washing my hands in the flood,
But muddy queen doesn't care where she carries blood.
The ghosts are out tonight; don't ask wrong,
Don't ask right.
The truth's buried under beads and lies,
In the heat where the trumpet cries.
You can drown in the brass and run,