She bends beneath dim bulbs  Ten thousand seams she sewed  While outside sun's not reached midday  Time triples still she toils  Dark city, lungs are soiled  Employees which I happily pay    Build my god  Bill my karma    We hid beneath the leaves  Adam and a thief  The Lord walks and calls to ask the blame  I bit the fruit and lied  Bargain bags by my side  Trade trees for toilet paper fame    Build my god  Bill my karma