We Are The Industry
The Bled Lyrics


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You plug me in and turn me on.
Turn on me.
I am your device of manufactured hope.
You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood.

I am your trophy wife shaking hands with your guests.
Hi my name is "yours".
The unfortunate ones will be spared.
We are the industry.

I'm sorry but your name is not on the list.
Your results do not comply.
Your ashes will fuel the machine.





We are the industry.
We are the birth and the death.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of The Bled's song We Are The Industry reference being used as a machine or device that is turned on and manipulated. The phrase "manufactured hope" implies that this machine was created to fulfill a specific purpose, possibly to give someone a sense of achievement or satisfaction. The subsequent lines explore the idea of identity and how it can be stripped away when one is reduced to a mere tool, as evidenced by the phrase "my name is 'yours'". The thought that the underprivileged will be spared while others fuel the machine likens this situation to one of economic and social inequality.


The line "I'm sorry but your name is not on the list" further implies that there is a system at play that excludes certain individuals, perhaps based on their perceived usefulness or status. The final lines sum up the bleakness of this existence by declaring "We are the birth and the death", implying that this industry serves as a cycle of creation and destruction.


Overall, the lyrics of We Are The Industry seem to be a commentary on the dehumanization that can occur when people are treated as mere instruments in a larger societal machine.


Line by Line Meaning

You plug me in and turn me on.
You utilize me and activate me.


Turn on me.
Betray me.


I am your device of manufactured hope.
I am the tool that you use to create a false sense of optimism.


You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood.
You manipulate me to the point where I am no longer human, but rather, a machine.


I am your trophy wife shaking hands with your guests.
I am the perfect, plastic representation of success, greeting your acquaintances on your behalf.


Hi my name is "yours".
I have lost my identity and am now yours to control.


The unfortunate ones will be spared.
Those who do not fit into the mold of the industry will be left behind.


We are the industry.
We are the machine that churns out manufactured products and ideas.


I'm sorry but your name is not on the list.
You are not considered valuable or relevant to the industry.


Your results do not comply.
You have not met the standards set by the industry.


Your ashes will fuel the machine.
Even in death, you will be utilized by the industry to sustain its operations.


We are the birth and the death.
The industry creates and destroys, controlling every aspect of life and society.




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