Drowning in data - grunge male

In the heart of Central Florida, where the orange groves sway, Lies little Fort Meade, in the path of the fray. Big tech came knockin' with promises so grand, But they're buildin' a monster on our sacred land. Oh, commissioners nodded to proposals untrue, Incomplete and falsified, what could they do? Placed in the green belt where the wild things roam free, Tearin' up habitats for servers and debris. They're suckin' the water like a thief in the night, Sinkholes a-brewin', aquifer runnin' dry tight. On reclaimed mine land, where the poisons lie deep, Construction will stir up the toxins we reap— Radioactive gases and dust in the air, Chokin' our children, money doesn't care. Swamp coolers a-roarin' louder than race cars' scream, Spewin' out particles in a toxic dream. Chemicals from water, heavy metals so vile, Concentrated minerals driftin' mile after mile, Coolin' them computers, but heatin' our fears, Pollutin' the skies for a hundred long years. In town halls we gathered, voices raised to the roof, Neighbors united, seekin' out the truth. But some eyes on the bribes, the jobs they'd bestow, Tradin' our future for misery's glow. Big tech's shiny offers, like fools' gold as it gleams, While the community's heart breaks at the seams. Oh, nights were once magic, stars dancin' so bright, Seeing Rockets from Canaveral, lighting up the night.. But now light pollution hangs thick in the humid air, A city-like glow where the darkness should fare. Fort Meade, oh Fort Meade, we'll fight for your soul, Against the data beast that's takin' its toll.