R.E.M.

There are but a myriad of universal constants to what makes our reality tangible. Instinctual, unnatural and primal to our very being. Beyond from our own perceptions, or anyone alive, you have been stripped of all of them. You exist in the untangible nothingness that awaits after death, with the void laughing at what is left of you; clutching onto the remains of your soul. You must fight for what you have left.