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
