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