Would you dance with the devil?

My casino is a stained-glass window,  

And neon lights tell me where to go.   

7-7-7 has put my life in a trance,

As a vixen in red heels extends her hand for a dance.  

And together we waltzed,  

With the smell of liquor as our perfume,  

And as we twirled, the floor came to a halt,  

With the card-dealer spreading the Good News.

The subtle sound of sirens make my symphony  

The risks I take to stay sane are my only fantasy, 

Now the only religion I know is Deja-vu,  

Now the bad decisions I make are impromptu.

But in the night I dance on tall skyscrapers 

And soar through lowlands,  

And I question for 40 days as I’m trapped in the sands...  

“Would I dance with the devil? And with him would I go?” 

Or do I put the wooden cross on my shoulders, and tell the devil no?