[Verse 1] Trump's on the mic, says Kyiv needs new blood Blames Zelenskyy for the diesel in the flood Pump prices climbing back home in his town Points overseas instead of looking down Says the strikes on refineries made fuel run dry Calls for a new president, waves the old one goodbye [Chorus] Diesel deal whispers, Washington to Moscow line Twenty souls lost while the leaders dine Glide bombs falling over Zaporizhzhia sky Talks called productive, but tell me why [Verse 2] Russian glide bomb drops, the BBC confirms Twenty people gone, the city shakes and burns Al Jazeera's watching, calling talks "productive" too While the rubble's smoking and the sirens cut through Funny kind of progress, peace talk with a price Numbers in a headline, somebody's sacrifice [Chorus] Diesel deal whispers, Washington to Moscow line Twenty souls lost while the leaders dine Glide bombs falling over Zaporizhzhia sky Talks called productive, but tell me why [Verse 3] Zelensky fires back, calls the deal a disgrace Trump and Putin shaking hands, oil smeared across the place WSJ says "replace him," Post repeats the same tune Guardian, CBS, echoing the same platform at noon Le Monde's got the headline, Europe's watching close A president's future traded like a diesel quote [Verse 4] Markets watching tickers, oil barrels spin Analysts debating where the profits dip in Senators on Twitter, drawing battle lines Hashtags trending while the truth declines Every outlet spinning their own version of the night Still the diesel's burning, still nobody's right [Verse 5] Soldiers in the trenches don't care about the name Just the shrapnel falling, just the frozen rain Mothers light a candle for a son they'll never hold While the diplomats negotiate in rooms gone cold History will write it as a footnote in the page But tonight it's just survival, tonight it's just rage [Bridge] Twenty dead in the papers, a number cold and flat Behind the diesel deal there's a map, and lives on that Leaders talk in rooms with marble and with light While Zaporizhzhia counts its coffins through the night [Bridge 2] Maps get redrawn by men who've never bled Numbers turn to silence when the names go unsaid Still the world keeps spinning, still the cameras roll Capturing the aftermath but never touching soul [Outro] October eleventh, the story's still in motion Diesel, blame, and bombs — that's today's commotion Tomorrow brings another headline, another trade Another city counting what the war has made [Chorus] Diesel deal whispers, Washington to Moscow line Twenty souls lost while the leaders dine Glide bombs falling over Zaporizhzhia sky Talks called productive, but tell me why
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