[Verse 1]
Zelenskyy points a finger north, across the Belarusian plain
"Pull those Russian relay stations down, or Kyiv does it — don't complain"
The signals bounce for Russia's troops, coordinates and coded calls
Ukraine says the towers feed the war machine — so watch those towers fall
Belarus is caught between the hammer and the satellite array
One ultimatum, sharp and cold, delivered without delay
[Chorus]
This war has reached your homes now, Moscow, smell the petrol in the air
Oil rain on Russian rooftops, fuel lines running thin and bare
No fuel, no weapons moving, drone swarms cutting every route
Ukraine's drones are mauling supply lines — that's what this war is about
[Verse 2]
The refineries keep burning, struck by Ukrainian precision wings
Smoke columns over Ryazan — the kind of thunder conflict brings
Inside Moscow, petrol shortages are queuing up like something new
The population tastes the front line — war was never just Kyiv's view
CNN mapped the strategy — choke the logistics, starve the thrust
Russian convoys stall in craters, armor turning back to rust
[Chorus]
This war has reached your homes now, Moscow, smell the petrol in the air
Oil rain on Russian rooftops, fuel lines running thin and bare
No fuel, no weapons moving, drone swarms cutting every route
Ukraine's drones are mauling supply lines — that's what this war is about
[Bridge]
Roman Abramovich moves quiet through the diplomatic fog
Unlikely broker, back-channel walker, threading needle, log by log
Meanwhile Zelensky's Polish honor got revoked across the border
A wartime army unit's name disrupted ceremonial order
Even allies argue details while the artillery still roars
Global Conflict Tracker tallies — nobody's keeping peace in scores
[Verse 3]
How close is Ukraine to an energy cliff, CBC asked the room
Strike the Russian fuel supply enough and you might share the gloom
It's a razor-wire equation — bleed their barrels, watch your own
Every refinery that catches fire is a debt that's still on loan
The strategy is surgical but surgery cuts both ways through skin
Ukraine bets the math tips Moscow first — a calculated discipline
[Chorus]
This war has reached your homes now, Moscow, smell the petrol in the air
Oil rain on Russian rooftops, fuel lines running thin and bare
No fuel, no weapons moving, drone swarms cutting every route
Ukraine's drones are mauling supply lines — that's what this war is about
[Outro]
June twentieth, the map still bleeds — the headlines tell the score
Drones and deadlines, towers and oil — this is the shape of modern war