[Verse 1]
Ukrainian drones launched deep across the border wire
Warehouses crammed with drone parts swallowed up in smoke and fire
Nine confirmed dead, sixty wounded on the Russian side
Logistics hubs and oil depots, nowhere left to hide
They called it Russia's Amazon — a supply chain sprawling wide
Now the shelves are cinders, and the convoys can't provide
[Chorus]
Drones across the steppe at night, supply lines going dark
Ukraine's escalating now, dismantling the spark
Hitting what feeds the war machine — the fuel, the stock, the route
Cutting every sinew til the whole apparatus breaks out
This is the air war climbing, calculated, cold
Striking at the vertebrae before the body folds
[Verse 2]
Meanwhile Kyiv took a ballistic missile barrage down
Seven injured as the rockets hammered through the town
Russia still projecting power even as it bleeds
Spending what it cannot spare to satisfy its needs
Putin gutted his own country — hollowed out the core
Stripped the civil infrastructure just to feed the war
[Chorus]
Drones across the steppe at night, supply lines going dark
Ukraine's escalating now, dismantling the spark
Hitting what feeds the war machine — the fuel, the stock, the route
Cutting every sinew til the whole apparatus breaks out
This is the air war climbing, calculated, cold
Striking at the vertebrae before the body folds
[Bridge]
Here's a word — *suzerain* — a power holding sway
Demanding tribute, loyalty, controlling what you say
Putin played the suzerain to every Russian soul
But war corrodes that covenant, and cracks run through the whole
Le Monde reported something that the Kremlin tries to hide —
The social contract's fracturing from pressure deep inside
When a ruler breaks the bargain, when the cost exceeds the gain
Even iron loyalty dissolves into disdain
[Verse 3]
So count the warehouse ashes, count the drones that never flew
Count the oil that didn't ship, the cargo that fell through
Ukraine's playing long arithmetic — attrit and grind
Targeting the arteries, the vertebrae, the spine
Every strike a message written in logistics loss
Russia's paying compound interest on its moral cost
[Chorus]
Drones across the steppe at night, supply lines going dark
Ukraine's escalating now, dismantling the spark
Hitting what feeds the war machine — the fuel, the stock, the route
Cutting every sinew til the whole apparatus breaks out
This is the air war climbing, calculated, cold
Striking at the vertebrae before the body folds
[Outro]
July nineteenth — write it down, this war is shifting gears
Ukraine's reaching deeper into Russia than in previous years