I thought it was obvious, but by the other comments, it's obviously not. It's a song about mainstream labels, but to the bands that put out whatever the labels want them to. They keep putting out the same, simple-minded trash with little no creativity that's all structured with money and marketing in mind.
It's not art, it's business.
The label conceives the artist on a storyboard, much like a cartoon or comic book. The "artist" succeeds (4th line) and the chorus shows the corporate idea of success.
The second verse, the artist is the puppet and the suits are the puppeteers. Either they get rich or you get tossed aside, but either way, they'll be making money because "units are moving"; or you'll get tossed aside by the label, "the same pigs that made you."
"And invent brand name for your �believers�
Like brands on slaves"
Merch anyone? Genius lyrics.
The last lines are about how it's the same drivel, and even though we continue to suck it up, the only reason we do is because we're still waiting for something stimulating, something REAL.
I thought it was obvious, but by the other comments, it's obviously not. It's a song about mainstream labels, but to the bands that put out whatever the labels want them to. They keep putting out the same, simple-minded trash with little no creativity that's all structured with money and marketing in mind.
It's not art, it's business.
The label conceives the artist on a storyboard, much like a cartoon or comic book. The "artist" succeeds (4th line) and the chorus shows the corporate idea of success.
The second verse, the artist is the puppet and the suits are the puppeteers. Either they get rich or you get tossed aside, but either way, they'll be making money because "units are moving"; or you'll get tossed aside by the label, "the same pigs that made you."
"And invent brand name for your �believers� Like brands on slaves"
Merch anyone? Genius lyrics.
The last lines are about how it's the same drivel, and even though we continue to suck it up, the only reason we do is because we're still waiting for something stimulating, something REAL.