[Verse 1]
Eighteen bodies counted in the rubble and the dust
Russia hammered infrastructure, shattering the trust
Kyiv's mayor spoke with fury, said it wasn't random chance
Purposeful destruction — every strike was placed in advance
Power grids and water lines, the targets weren't by accident
This is strategy wrapped in concrete, coldly evident
[Chorus]
Rockets fall on August mornings, cities pay the cost
Critical infrastructure crumbling, counting what was lost
This is not a border skirmish, this is calculated war
Eighteen dead and counting, we keep asking what it's for
Read the briefing, mark the pattern, trace the architect's design
Russia hits the arteries — not just the front line
[Verse 2]
Meanwhile pressure builds on Putin from the allied nations round
Atlantic Council warns the escalation's gaining ground
When the walls close in on Moscow, aggression spreads outward wide
They don't fold when cornered — they expand the other side
A retired colonel told the cameras — war crimes aren't the overflow
They're deliberate, they're doctrinal, they're part of the shadow show
[Chorus]
Rockets fall on August mornings, cities pay the cost
Critical infrastructure crumbling, counting what was lost
This is not a border skirmish, this is calculated war
Eighteen dead and counting, we keep asking what it's for
Read the briefing, mark the pattern, trace the architect's design
Russia hits the arteries — not just the front line
[Bridge]
Here's a word: velleity — a wish without the will to act
Negotiation whispers circling, nothing signed, no binding pact
Moscow Times calls out the silence wrapped around the talks
While Kyiv's protest organiser splits from Fedorov's electoral walk
Anti-corruption agencies are circling Zelenskyy's own door
Even wartime governments must answer what the law is for
[Verse 3]
The Institute for War Assessment logged the twentieth's campaign
Russian forces probing eastern sectors, grinding inch by painful grain
Every daily briefing maps a battlefield of attrition slow
Where the lines have barely shifted but the casualty numbers grow
This is how a long war breathes — not thunder, but a chronic bleed
Systematic, measured, patient — feeding an imperial creed
[Chorus]
Rockets fall on August mornings, cities pay the cost
Critical infrastructure crumbling, counting what was lost
This is not a border skirmish, this is calculated war
Eighteen dead and counting, we keep asking what it's for
Read the briefing, mark the pattern, trace the architect's design
Russia hits the arteries — not just the front line
[Outro]
August twenty-first — the date is written down
Eighteen lives, one mayor's voice, one shattered city town
War crimes, pressure, protest, and a wall of silence built
The briefing ends but history keeps cataloguing the guilt