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[Verse 1]
Six civilians gone in Russian strikes, the sirens split the sky
Moscow claims it intercepted hundreds of drones on the fly
But Kyiv's got a counter-play, a doctrine cold and clear —
Hit the oil refineries deep, make the enemy feel the fear
Two massive fuel facilities, struck far inside their ground
Ukraine's long-range drone campaign is making thunderous sound
[Chorus]
Drones at dawn, smoke and scorch on Russian soil
Zelenskyy says we'll build missiles like we built drones — uncoiled
Six are dead, the diplomats won't talk, the silence roars
Ukraine hitting deep, they're taking the war to distant shores
This is August seventh — read the map, read the smoke
A war of attrition — every refinery stroke
[Verse 2]
Zelenskyy's speaking bold — a word called *attritic* fits the game
Wearing down an enemy's supply chain, bleeding out their flame
He says the drone production template — that whole architecture —
Gets copied now for missiles, a longer-range conjecture
If drones can reach refineries hundreds of miles away
Then missiles built that same way could reshape the battlefield someday
[Chorus]
Drones at dawn, smoke and scorch on Russian soil
Zelenskyy says we'll build missiles like we built drones — uncoiled
Six are dead, the diplomats won't talk, the silence roars
Ukraine hitting deep, they're taking the war to distant shores
This is August seventh — read the map, read the smoke
A war of attrition — every refinery stroke
[Verse 3]
The families in Kyiv count the dead and board the broken glass
Children learning air raid drills — how long can this hold and last
Western partners watching close, the aid debates drag slow
While engineers in basement labs keep building row by row
Every refinery burning means a tank that won't get fed
The math of modern warfare — turn their fuel to smoke instead
[Bridge]
Russia says no contact, no proposal on the table
Diplomacy's a ghost town, every back-channel unstable
Atlantic Council warns — defense alone won't blunt a ballistic blitz
You can't catch every missile with a net full of slits
And Putin — will he mobilize again? That question hangs like rust
Grinding gears of empire slowly turning back to dust
*Palimpsest* — old text written over, written over again —
That's this war, old wounds beneath new wounds, the same refrain
[Chorus]
Drones at dawn, smoke and scorch on Russian soil
Zelenskyy says we'll build missiles like we built drones — uncoiled
Six are dead, the diplomats won't talk, the silence roars
Ukraine hitting deep, they're taking the war to distant shores
This is August seventh — read the map, read the smoke
A war of attrition — every refinery stroke
[Outro]
August seventh, twenty-twenty-six — the wire stays burning hot
Drones and missiles, oil and ash — this war won't be forgot