Sound Of Madness - Live Acoustic from Kansas City

This is the Sound of Madness

Everybody! On your feet, people!
Everybody, up! Hands in the air

Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack
Always comin' in last
Bringin' up the past
No one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast
A kick in the ass
So paranoid
Watch your back!

Oh my, here we go
Another loose cannon gone bipolar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughin' like hell

You think that by cryin' to me
Lookin' so sorry, that you gotta believe
You've been affected by a social disease?
Well then (take your medicine)

'Cause I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
And you can sleep with a gun
But when you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself)?

'Cause I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife, well, it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the sea
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy

You think that by cryin' to me
Lookin' so sorry, that you gotta believe
You've been affected by a social disease?
Well then (take your medicine)

'Cause I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
And you can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself)?

I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up?
When you gonna wake up and fight?

'Cause I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
But when you gonna wake up and what? (Fight for yourself?)

When you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself)?
When you gonna wake up and fight (for yourself)?
Everybody, it's still a Shinedown show, so if you would, please
Everyone, get your fists in the air!

Yeah!
Now we got the blood pumpin'

Thank you very, very much
You can have a seat, though
You can sit back down, thank you
The, uh, the next song is actually one of my father's, um
One of my father's favorite songs