You were a god in the halls of time You've seen them come and seen them go But why can't you sleep at night? Maybe it's the glare of the lights Maybe it's something you'll never know
You heard the voice again last night You're fooling yourself, this ain't no dream Well maybe it's not too late You can still feed the hand of fate Just roll the dice and play the game
Oh, legends never die They keep your memories alive Legends never die They keep a part of you inside
You know you're not the way you seem You're not a puppet on a string Maybe it's not too late You could still feel the hand of fate Just close your eyes and play the game
Legends never die, etc
Tuesday morning, New York Times You passed away, you lost your mind We all try to play the game We all wanna taste the pain We'd sell our souls if the price is right