Industry Girls

[ Lyrics ]

They want us divided—no, not this time.

No, not this time.

I saw your name in the headline scroll,
framed like a threat, like you’re taking my role.
“She’s the one now,” “but what about her?”
All these hungry eyes pitting queens on a spur.
I felt the sting — not from you, never you,
but from the game they play when they don’t know our truth.
You’re not my rival, you’re my mirror,
caught in the same trap, chasing the same dream clearer.

One spotlight, two shadows, same hunger in the bones,
but they only want one queen to sit on their throne.
So they cut the bread thin, make us beg for a slice,
but I see the whole table — baby, we can both dine.

They want us divided—no, not this time,
a million girls grinding, no need for a line.
You rise, I rise — not instead, but right beside,
two flames in the dark, no need to hide.
 ‘No room!’ —  ‘Not today!’
We’re not fighting for scraps — we’re building our way.

I read the article, tone all slick and sweet,
“Who’s next?” like we’re racing down dead-end streets.
They don’t know we shared a lens, shared a light,
shared a silence so loud it kept us up half the night.
It wasn’t you I resented — it was the lie,
that only one of us gets to fly high.
Now I see the strings, the puppet show grin,
tell one girl she wins — make the rest feel thin.

One name in the press, but I’m thinking of both,
signed to the same pain, different kind of love.
They want us paranoid, claws out, cold,
but sisterhood’s louder than their payroll.

They want us divided—no, not this time,
a million girls grinding, no need for a line.
You rise, I rise — not instead, but right beside,
two flames in the dark, no need to hide.
 ‘No room!’ —  ‘Not today!’
We’re not fighting for scraps — we’re building our way.

They don’t want allies — they want a fight.
Want us chasing clout in the dead of night.
But I saw you create, I saw you bleed,
for the same damn dream — why plant the seed
of war between us? We’re not their game.
We’re the spark, the fire, the name, the name.

They want us divided—no, not this time,
we paint in full color, break every line.
You rise, I rise — not instead, but in stride,
two stars in the same sky, burning bright, not denied.
 ‘No room!’ —  ‘Not alone!’
We’re louder together — we built this home.

No… not this time.