[Verse 1 – Male] Trump picks up the phone to Moscow, strikes a diesel deal with Putin Years of pressure crumble quiet, sanctions loosened, no one rooting Barrels moving where the border used to hold the line so tight A reversal dressed as commerce, traded like it's black and white [Verse 2 – Female] Zelenskyy calls it out, a smokescreen hiding talks that stall While they haggle over pipelines, missiles still come down on walls At the Council table, speakers say the cycle must end now Attacks on civilians climbing, someone answer them the how [Chorus] Diesel deals and Council pleas, two different kinds of noise While Donetsk fields keep counting coffins, counting someone's boys Mediazona keeps the ledger, names that Moscow won't admit Ukraine war, October tenth, the whole world watching, still complicit [Verse 3 – Male] Ukraine's soldiers push the line back, inch by bloody inch they gain Trading mud for fallen comrades, Donetsk drowning in the rain Casualties on both sides climbing, soldier counts and civilian too Mediazona tracks the fallen, numbers Moscow won't push through [Verse 4 – Female] Twenty souls in one apartment, Zelenskyy calls the strike just vile Lowy's writers warn the pattern: Russia's doubling down meanwhile Not a pause, not a retreat here, just a harder, colder stance While Washington talks diesel, Kyiv counts another chance [Chorus] Diesel deals and Council pleas, two different kinds of noise While Donetsk fields keep counting coffins, counting someone's boys Mediazona keeps the ledger, names that Moscow won't admit Ukraine war, October tenth, the whole world watching, still complicit [Verse 5 – Male] Analysts debate the motive, is it leverage or retreat Markets barely blink at barrels while the soldiers fight for feet Refugees still crossing borders, counting days in crowded trains Diplomats exchange their toasts while shelling never breaks its chains [Verse 6 – Female] Grandmothers light candles nightly for the names they'll never hear Children learn the sound of sirens louder than they learn to fear History will ask the question, who profited while towns went dark Ledgers filled with oil contracts, graveyards filled with just as stark [Bridge] Female: They sign the barrels, trade the diesel Male: They bury neighbors, block by block Female: A smokescreen rising over oil fields Male: While the Council's gavel knocks Both: Escalation wearing business suits Both: A war rebranded, still the same old roots [Chorus] Diesel deals and Council pleas, two different kinds of noise While Donetsk fields keep counting coffins, counting someone's boys Mediazona keeps the ledger, names that Moscow won't admit Ukraine war, October tenth, the whole world watching, still complicit
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