We are commited
   in a dead end
   we have big chances
   to find ourselves alone
   we think to have choosen
   integrity, truth
   something that is not in the air you breeze
   something that is not rewarding
   a need for recognition
   that can only come from minority
   honnesty can only remote us
   what we think to be our truth
   can only shut us from the world
  
   Further than any idealogy
   further than any dogmas
   we live a relative truth
   that is impossible to share