welcome to spiderton

there is no news.

enjoy building yourself from the inside.

and on every corner,

there is a factory producing death machines,

that kill without touching me.

industry and depression.

it's not like anywhere you've ever been,

or anything you've ever seen,

it's spiderton.

it's in my soul.

it produces confusion.

thinking is what i do there...

and I do what I do,

waiting for you

my industrial god.

please crush me with your mechanical legs.