If we live to see another year,
Well, it didn't make much room for it,
So they say.
No, it wouldn't change a single thing,
We live every other day like every other day,
And I said:

Can I be honest?
Will I be here to stay?
But we can't despair with our heads in your hands,
We might as well walk away.

Another! 
Put another blot of color on the scenery,
'Cause you're no visionary,
Just a blot on the scenery,
You're my design!

All things aside,
We're almost out of time,
One more day to see through,
Now we've learned that things are not okay,
We will all say goodbye.
We're almost out of time,
In this hopeless cold divide,
Something new this time,
And I swear it's under my skin.

I've gotta get out of the way... (x5)
[Don't want you to stay!]

Another! 
Put another blot of color on the scenery,
'Cause you're no visionary,
Just a blot on the scenery,
You're my design!

And if it matters to you,
Don't waste time,
Just be ready
'Cause we're leaving you with nothing.
If it matters to you,
Make your peace or drown in decay!

We've gotta get out of the way! (x3)