Crisis
Fear Factory Lyrics


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You that I despise
Repentance of sorts
Death comes naturally
Not from a hated war
Repentance
Repentance of faith
Repentance of hope
Repentance of hate

[Chorus]
Not my war
Soldiers marching on
Not my war
Soldiers marching on

On your feet!
Crisis at hand
On your feet soldier!
Crisis at hand
On your feet soldier!
On your feet motherfucker!

[Chorus]

Crisis
Crisis
Crisis

[Chorus]

Crisis
Crisis




Crisis
Crisis

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Crisis" by Fear Factory express the artist's disdain for war and the consequential and inevitable loss of life that comes with it. The opening lyrics, "You that I despise, repentance of sorts, death comes naturally, not from a hated war" suggest a sense of anger and frustration towards war and perhaps those who support it.


The chorus, "Not my war, soldiers marching on" emphasizes that this is not a fight the artist is willing to fight, but rather it is being fought by others. The repetition of the word "crisis" in the latter half of the song further emphasizes the sense of urgency and fear associated with war.


The bridge, "On your feet! Crisis at hand! On your feet soldier! Crisis at hand! On your feet soldier! On your feet motherfucker!" displays a sense of frantic urgency and the need to be prepared and ready for whatever may come during the crisis.


Overall, the lyrics of "Crisis" by Fear Factory are a powerful commentary on the destructive nature of war and the devastating effects that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

You that I despise
I have a strong dislike for you


Repentance of sorts
Some form of regret for past actions


Death comes naturally
Death is an inevitable part of life


Not from a hated war
Death is not only caused by war, which I do not support


Repentance
Feeling sorry for one's past actions


Repentance of faith
Regret for not following one's religious beliefs


Repentance of hope
Regret for losing hope in something or someone


Repentance of hate
Regret for having hateful feelings towards someone or something


[Chorus] Not my war Soldiers marching on Not my war Soldiers marching on
I'm not in support of this war and the soldiers are fighting on despite that


On your feet! Crisis at hand On your feet soldier! Crisis at hand On your feet soldier! On your feet motherfucker!
You need to stand up and face the crisis at hand, soldier! It's time to do something!


[Chorus] Crisis Crisis Crisis
The situation is becoming dire and there's a need for immediate action


Crisis Crisis Crisis Crisis
The crisis is getting worse with every passing moment




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BURTON C. BELL, DINO A.M. CAZARES, RAYMOND HERRERA

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