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[Verse]
Out in a small town on the edge of dreams,
There's a place where magic is more than it seems,
Viab's the name, turning granules to gold,
Stories of plastic heroes waiting to be told.
[Chorus]
Bow for the know-how, making wonders all day,
Plastic heroes in the most intricate ways,
Spoons for the table, parts for the ride,
In Viab's hands, dreams never hide.
[Verse]
Injection molding, it's an art we perfect,
From simple spoons to parts that's complex,
Automotive wonders, down to toys we trust,
Crafted with heart, 'cause plastic never rusts.
[Chorus]
Bow for the know-how, making wonders all day,
Plastic heroes in the most intricate ways,
Spoons for the table, parts for the ride,
In Viab's hands, dreams never hide.
[Bridge]
With a touch of a hand, and a twinkle of skill,
We mold possibilities, bending them to our will,
Avenger-style courage, though plastic in form,
We're the hidden heroes, through storm and norm.
[Verse]
From tiny granules to magical creations,
In Viab's light, we find our inspirations,
Turning simple plastics into marvels anew,
Every piece a testament, to what hands can do.