Verse 1: [Em]20 milli[C]liters in the mi[G]ddle of the night You are the [Em]enemy A [C]friend of me The r[G]emnants of my mind I am psy[Em]chotic to the [C]core But I want m[G]ore for it defines the very p[Em]urpose and r[C]eason I'm a[G]live Pre-Chorus: [Em]Doctor t[C]ake my [G]brain away from me [Em]And wake me f[C]rom the d[G]aze I'm...