Come Back from Madness & Extinction by Seeming

Broke the city streets for you. Planted jungles where they burned. All the roots have toppled glass and are dead, and the Thylacine's fled and the rain melts away their tracks. But I always thought if I remade the world, then you'd come back. Burst through every dam for you. Made an ocean of the land. Sent the poachers to the silent sky, but I still don't understand: when my ear's to the ground. Then I swear there's a sound, a savage roar of attack. If the echoes of the lost still pound, then why can't you come back? The Ibex of the Pyrenees. Woolf, Van Gogh, and Plath. Speak in Manx and speak in Beothuk. Walk the long, the lonely path, where everyone, everything, sure as songbirds can sing, gazes outward from the black. If the light of heaven finds the earth, then why an't you come back?

• Electronic
• indie
• industrial
• postgothic
• postpunk
• synthpop
• Ithaca