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She lay there for weeks before they found her.
Bury her as Jane Doe; send her hands to match for prints
and lie about the cause of death to halt investigations;
you can't miss a bullet hole unless you look the other way.
She came to protest, to make her voice heard,
and fight against corruption tearing up her nation.
Pine Ridge cover-up. Silence those who don't agree.
The Bureau's walls still shake when someone says her name.

Anna Mae. Her story lives on. The Host World rises to take back what is theirs.

Thirty years have passed and this case isn't solved.
Hidden in a mass of lies, will the truth ever prevail?
Buried for the third time and they won't let her rest.
She's a martyr to the white man, a symbol of resistance.
Looking for a scapegoat and pointing fingers back and forth
to divert our attention (as they've always done)
in hope of once again getting away with
murdering an innocent and spilling blood across the land.

Wounded Knee. Your earth is soiled with the blood of innocents and the powder from our guns.

The sands of time are on an endless loop, the repeated lies believed as truths.
Three decades passed, she's now back home, three decades passed, her killers never found
Justice won't ever be served, they'll never get what they deserved
It's easier to get away when the ones out looking are your friends

"March, 1976...Sioux elders say the winds always howl when the body of a murder
victim is moved. During the traditional wake and funeral given Anna Mae Pictou
Aquash the week-end of March 12, 1976, a storm peaked, sending 30-mile-per-hour
winds blasting across the desolate fields and shaking the rickety Jumping Bull
Hall where the wake was being held."