Little men in high places, sitting in the judgment seat,
Little men, big disgraces,
Fan the flame but feel no heat.

Time and again the voice of a remnant cries out,
Time and again it's lost in a thunderous shout, hey.

Walking the wire,
One foot in a paradise and another in the grave,
Walking the wire.

Little men, (secret places)
Faceless names deciding fate,
Little men, fatal cases,
Stem the tide, it's getting late.

Time and again their message is painfully clear,
Time and again their choices turn hope into fear.

Walking the wire,
One foot in a paradise and another in the grave,
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire.

Time and again the voice of the remnant cries out,
Time and again it's drowned in a thunderous shout.

Walking the wire,
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire,
Walking the wire.