SUNRISE EP 🌅
A journey of emotions, energy, and sound. This EP brings together four unique tracks, each telling its own story. Let the music take you on a ride. 🚀🎶

🔥 Tracklist:
1️⃣ VIAKORIA
2️⃣ SORRY
3️⃣ NATIVE
4️⃣ NEGATIVE PRO

🎧 Stream on all platforms:
🔴 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmeoqE4i-8sroHr9bY9AY-Q
🟢 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2SWDp433ROEVepxbwI3lgI
🟠 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/byzez

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Sunrise

Viakoria

Way Up High

Lyrics;
Hello it's me, just a little guy
Who finds you all alone
With due respect for who you were
I sing with mournful tone

You, an Icon of real power
The money made you strong
Do anything you'd desire
And you could do no wrong

You called yourself Colossus
A god amongst mere men
You thought you'd purchase Heaven
On that you should have thought again

Growing too big to fail
A living legend on the rise
With disregard for folks like me
Loathsome to your noble eyes

You'd only look out for yourself
No heed for other's cries
Your feet upon the backs and necks
of a thousand "little guys"

But one day you took a tumble
An empire based on lies!
And as your legend starts crumble
Your name fell from the sky

His eminence and castle,
Once respected and renowned
Now the castle rests abandoned
His eminence rests under ground

Colossus the immortal
A god amongst mere men
You thought you'd purchase Heaven
But you couldn't at the end

And I am just another face
Just another Smith or Jones
Who cheered to see you fall from grace
And I didn't cheer alone

A man becomes a monster
His humanity disowned
So with due respect for what you were
I dance upon your bones

Colossus the immortal
A god amongst mere men
You thought you'd purchase Heaven
Doubt that Heaven lets you in


Colossus The Immortal

Miles From Home – Story

This song came from those late hours when you start missing someone without meaning to. 
It’s about watching a person you love grow, move on, and build their own life, while you still feel their presence in the small places they once filled.

The melodies follow the feeling of distance mixed with hope. 
A soft guitar, gentle piano and warm strings carry the memories of old phone calls, footsteps in the hallway and the way a room can still hum with someone’s voice even after they’re gone.

Miles from home, but never forgotten. 
This is a song for anyone who still listens for a voice they miss.

Enjoy....

Lyrics

Can you still hear me... when the night is long

[Verse1]
There was a time when you called me every day
Told me stories in your clumsy way
Your shoes by the door, your coat on the chair
Now the silence hangs, but I still care
I watched you pack the life you’d grown
Said, “Go find the world, make it your own.” You smiled and waved, said, “I’ll be fine,” 
But I still look for your light through mine

[Pre-Chorus] 
I close my eyes, pretend it’s near
Your voice still whispers in my ear

[Chorus] 
Miles from home, but never far, You’re written deep where the heartbeats are. Through every call, through every night, Your name still burns like a little light. You said “Don’t cry, I’ll come back soon,” 
But the room still hums your tune
Miles from home
I still wait for you

[Verse 2] 
I pass your street when the sun goes down
See reflections where you once were found
The city changed, but I still feel 
That part of you the years can’t steal
I’d trade the world for one more day
To hear your footsteps fade away
I’d let you go all over again, But I’d hold you twice as long back then

[Pre-Chorus] 
If love had wings, I’d send it through
Every sky that hides you from view

[Chorus] 
Miles from home, but never gone, You live in every whispered song. Through every storm through every tear, I feel your soul still standing here. You said “Don’t cry, I’ll come back soon,” 
But the walls still hum your tune
Miles from home
I still wait for you

[Bridge] 
The moonlight lands where you once dreamed
I trace the shadow where you leaned
If you still hear me through the rain
Know my love remains the same

[Final Chorus] 
Miles from home, I whisper still, Across the years, I always will. If you can hear me, know it’s true 
Every heartbeat carries you
Miles from home
I’m still with you

[Outro] 
I fold the night against the sky, And whisper
one last goodbye


Miles From Home

Music written and produced by Tottery in Ableton/FL Studio.
Track art by Grandfailure.
Splice vocals.

Libation in Clover

You pull me in like you already know
the places on my body where the fire likes to go.
Your hands move slow, like they’re testing the air,
Finding every spot that says I want you there.
My breath stumbles out, soft and unsteady,
Heat rolling in waves—
I’m ripe and ready.

You trace my waist like a secret line,
Press your lips close, ask if I’m fine.
But you already feel it—
the ache in my chest,
the need in my hips,
the way I confess.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Your voice dips low and the room heats up,
Your thumb on my lip is enough.
I tilt my head back just a little bit more,
Inviting the night to settle in deeper than before.
Every inch of my skin turns warm and heavy,
Begging for your touch—
I’m ripe and ready.

You move like honey, slow and thick,
Every breath you take makes my pulse click.
I feel your hunger through the way you stare,
Pulling me close
without going anywhere.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Lay me down slow, let the night decide
how deep the fever runs inside.
I give you my breath, you give me your heat,
A rhythm building
with every heartbeat.
The way you touch me—soft, then steady—
Only confirms
I’m ripe & ready.

Ripe and ready —
pull me closer, let the fever climb,
Ripe and ready —
press your heat against the curve of mine.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
lose control right where our bodies meet.

Ripe & Ready

the other side 11.24.25

Just finished a 9 day vacation, so had more time than usual for recording recently. This is the last track I did during that time. This track includes Sytrus, FLEX, and a Yamaha MODX synth, as well as some vibe inspiration from Songs of Faith and Devotion by Depeche Mode.

Weight of Compliance

Romancing the moon. as winter takes over.

Avowed White Orb

Embraced in the cool of the Night, cool of the Night
Immersed in the Moon’s Light, Moon’s Light
Cradled in Warmth and, Hope Warmth and Hope

Lifting their Soul, their Soul, their Soul
Bracing for the Cold
Life’s looming fight, Life’s looming fight

The avowed white Orb
Horizon’s accent
Desire’s Bright, Desire’s Bright

Prods to take Love
When availed by it’s sight, When availed by it’s sight
An Ephemeral life’s Delight, life’s Delight

Fritz 2025


Avowed White Orb

a Dubrae Prod with  Mark Broding ft. SK

Just A Few Horizons - SK

the bridge has fallen down
i can see it now
where all our quiet hopes were found
and every step echoes sound
of something breaking

falling down...

we write our name in shifting sand
not knowing enough to understand
the water writes over what we planned
without a warning

just a few more horizons
where heaven and earth collide
just a few more horizons
where past is gone and the future arrives

this world belonged to everyone
the borders disappear in our death
our treasures will mean nothing to no one
our morals are our wealth

just a few more horizons
just a few more horizons
just a few more horizons
where heaven and earth collide

the bridge has fallen down
i can see it now
my hopes are found
with every step of something breaking

just a few more horizons
just a few more horizons
until the past is gone

gone
gone




Just A Few More Horizons ft. SK

Selfish To Self (Ishq)

Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

Way Up High

Raquel Fischer