Oddities

I don't have a hundred thousand dollars like they do
To push my power onto you
To take you by your slender throat
And breathe in words you didn't know
Would ever find a way inside of you

A hundred thousand dollars in the well
To keep me under their spell
To get ahead at any cost
If I'm not lustful I am lost
I die with them or die inside a cell

It's a little bit odd
I help to build their fairytales
It's just a little bit odd (odd)
We know that’s all they are
It's a little bit odd
We know we're linked to everything
It's a little bit odd (odd)
That they think this could last for a moment more