In my twisted inner city 
Till the darkness' eyes are shut, I see 
I don't want to spend much time aware, for I could feel 
All the vacuousness surrounding me 
Swallowed up, where everything connects 
Stuff myself within to compensate 
Hear your footsteps getting closer in the corridor 
Play my music louder over it 

Identities conflict 
My altered memories 
Dissociate myself from me 
Disorder rises 
Pulses to escape 

I don't want to run away 
Please don't let this be again 
Take my hand and make me stay 
Tell me it's going to be ok 

Still remember how it burst 
Now I freeze when you get close to me 
I'm too scared to take a deeper dive into myself 
Where nothing is forever anymore 
Stiffening time by jerking it is vain 
You cry away your makeup, red-eyed cloud 
When your perfume burns like flashes knocking on my door 
I pretend I'm playing too loud to hear 

The term "fugue" indicates a compositional technique, as well as a psychiatric disorder causing an altered perception of reality; this song tells the story of a man who dissociates himself to escape into a protective dimension where he can be safe from the dangers of real life