It’s just one in a million hearts that feel the way, the way I do

 I the chrome man, am I not of great design?
 Do I feel love like all of the others or this feeling only mine?
 Are you my delicious game? Is it an obvious play?
 I’ll eat like a lion and pretend I’m trying but we know it’s one in the same.

 I one heartbeat away from receiving a damaging shock to my life and believing that love was a cost worth a witness and seeing a larger machine?
 Fighting is futile but I can’t concede to interior beliefs that control and deplete you dismounting a love which has grown from beneath you an ancient machine.

 We’re on the ground, we can’t go far,
 God’s in the hands, as in their hearts,
 poison brain, pass through the day,
 Point at the frame, around the flame,
 [bad word] is a form, and as a breed,
 I will protect, you from my needs,
 We can go far, sit where you stand,
 And on your heart, and on your man

 It’s just one, in a million hearts, that feels the way, the way I do