When screens alight and midnight draws near, The Primals emerge, their presence clear. From pixel depths where glitches breed, They rise, a digital primal creed.

Born from pixels, paint, chaos, wild and bold In the digital realm, these things unfold. From endless taps and scrolls, feeds from the deep, From digital layers, they begin to creep.

Beware the allure of pixel's glow, For in its layers, The Primals flow. SWEATS warns, in this digital terrain: Embrace the glitch, when you're in their domain.

[ThePrimals]::“Me’s_Company”= 01

In the digital realm where Me's Company thrives, Amidst the pixels where solitude arrives. In quiet moments, they find their retreat, Peaceful and steady, in their own beat.

Silent and strong, amidst the pixelated haze, Embracing solitude in myriad ways. Me's Company, finding solace in the screen, Where tranquility reigns, calm and serene.

[ThePrimals]::“Trash_Talk”= 01

Fuelled by the moment's electric surge, Each quip and jest, a playful urge. A lively exchange, a competitive parade, Where words intertwine, in the game we play.

In the arena of banter, minds ignite, In the rhythm of words, we take flight. A verbal display, of a trash talk fit, Where thoughts collide, to make shit talk stick.

[ThePrimals]::“Rare_Hearts”= 01

Revel in this glitched cosmic tide, Where dreams take flight and rare hearts ride. Where layered pixels passions collide, Find your fire, burn by our side.

In this realm where glitches weave, Realities blend, and dreams conceive. Let your essence burn, our journey's trace, Echoes through time, in every space.

[ThePrimals]::“Lip_Sync”= 01

In the symphony of life, where sound waves flow, Digital beats blend with chill undertow. Through the echo of sound, our stories resound, Across the waves of time, where dreams are found.

From analog echoes to pixels' bright gleam, Binary rhythms in a virtual dream. In this digital dance, where connections align, Lip sync to rhythm, our story intertwine.

When screens alight and midnight draws near, The Primals emerge, their presence clear. From pixel depths where glitches breed, They rise, a digital primal creed.

Born from pixels, paint, chaos, wild and bold In the digital realm, these things unfold. From endless taps and scrolls, feeds from the deep, From digital layers, they begin to creep.

Beware the allure of pixel's glow, For in its layers, The Primals flow. SWEATS warns, in this digital terrain: Embrace the glitch, when you're in their domain.

[ThePrimals]::“Me’s_Company”= 01

In the digital realm where Me's Company thrives, Amidst the pixels where solitude arrives. In quiet moments, they find their retreat, Peaceful and steady, in their own beat.

Silent and strong, amidst the pixelated haze, Embracing solitude in myriad ways. Me's Company, finding solace in the screen, Where tranquility reigns, calm and serene.

[ThePrimals]::“Trash_Talk”= 01

Fuelled by the moment's electric surge, Each quip and jest, a playful urge. A lively exchange, a competitive parade, Where words intertwine, in the game we play.

In the arena of banter, minds ignite, In the rhythm of words, we take flight. A verbal display, of a trash talk fit, Where thoughts collide, to make shit talk stick.

[ThePrimals]::“Rare_Hearts”= 01

Revel in this glitched cosmic tide, Where dreams take flight and rare hearts ride. Where layered pixels passions collide, Find your fire, burn by our side.

In this realm where glitches weave, Realities blend, and dreams conceive. Let your essence burn, our journey's trace, Echoes through time, in every space.

[ThePrimals]::“Lip_Sync”= 01

In the symphony of life, where sound waves flow, Digital beats blend with chill undertow. Through the echo of sound, our stories resound, Across the waves of time, where dreams are found.

From analog echoes to pixels' bright gleam, Binary rhythms in a virtual dream. In this digital dance, where connections align, Lip sync to rhythm, our story intertwine.

When screens alight and midnight draws near, The Primals emerge, their presence clear. From pixel depths where glitches breed, They rise, a digital primal creed.

Born from pixels, paint, chaos, wild and bold In the digital realm, these things unfold. From endless taps and scrolls, feeds from the deep, From digital layers, they begin to creep.

Beware the allure of pixel's glow, For in its layers, The Primals flow. SWEATS warns, in this digital terrain: Embrace the glitch, when you're in their domain.

[ThePrimals]::“Me’s_Company”= 01

In the digital realm where Me's Company thrives, Amidst the pixels where solitude arrives. In quiet moments, they find their retreat, Peaceful and steady, in their own beat.

Silent and strong, amidst the pixelated haze, Embracing solitude in myriad ways. Me's Company, finding solace in the screen, Where tranquility reigns, calm and serene.

[ThePrimals]::“Trash_Talk”= 01

Fuelled by the moment's electric surge, Each quip and jest, a playful urge. A lively exchange, a competitive parade, Where words intertwine, in the game we play.

In the arena of banter, minds ignite, In the rhythm of words, we take flight. A verbal display, of a trash talk fit, Where thoughts collide, to make shit talk stick.

[ThePrimals]::“Rare_Hearts”= 01

Revel in this glitched cosmic tide, Where dreams take flight and rare hearts ride. Where layered pixels passions collide, Find your fire, burn by our side.

In this realm where glitches weave, Realities blend, and dreams conceive. Let your essence burn, our journey's trace, Echoes through time, in every space.

[ThePrimals]::“Lip_Sync”= 01

In the symphony of life, where sound waves flow, Digital beats blend with chill undertow. Through the echo of sound, our stories resound, Across the waves of time, where dreams are found.

From analog echoes to pixels' bright gleam, Binary rhythms in a virtual dream. In this digital dance, where connections align, Lip sync to rhythm, our story intertwine.