| Song | The Double Life |
| Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
| Album | The Rapture |
| At the top of the stairs is a locked room | |
| My secret chamber that no outsider views | |
| For entry is forbidden | |
| Prohibited | |
| Behind this door is my other self | |
| Not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise | |
| But my other self | |
| Immobile, inert and sanguine | |
| My narcissus kisses exhale crimson breath | |
| And pump ruby to the lip | |
| I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde | |
| Not sibling nor twin separated at birth | |
| I stand before myself | |
| Unaccountable | |
| I dreamt that I had feet of clay | |
| I dreamt I crossed the seven seas | |
| And when I woke not knowing | |
| I knew I led the double life | |
| All I ever needed is twice removed | |
| I spit my bile in an airless temper | |
| In this vacuum - a vampire reversed | |
| This one who breathes life into me | |
| And even dull mirrors reflect the tarnished twosome | |
| I stand before myself not another me | |
| Not doppelgänger nor witless clone | |
| I stand before myself unrepentant | |
| I dreamt of sin and aftermath | |
| I dreamt of centuries laid bare | |
| And when I woke not knowing | |
| I knew I led the double life |
| At the top of the stairs is a locked room | |
| My secret chamber that no outsider views | |
| For entry is forbidden | |
| Prohibited | |
| Behind this door is my other self | |
| Not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise | |
| But my other self | |
| Immobile, inert and sanguine | |
| My narcissus kisses exhale crimson breath | |
| And pump ruby to the lip | |
| I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde | |
| Not sibling nor twin separated at birth | |
| I stand before myself | |
| Unaccountable | |
| I dreamt that I had feet of clay | |
| I dreamt I crossed the seven seas | |
| And when I woke not knowing | |
| I knew I led the double life | |
| All I ever needed is twice removed | |
| I spit my bile in an airless temper | |
| In this vacuum a vampire reversed | |
| This one who breathes life into me | |
| And even dull mirrors reflect the tarnished twosome | |
| I stand before myself not another me | |
| Not doppelg nger nor witless clone | |
| I stand before myself unrepentant | |
| I dreamt of sin and aftermath | |
| I dreamt of centuries laid bare | |
| And when I woke not knowing | |
| I knew I led the double life |