Oh, aren't I funny?

To my hero garbed in white,

Even though I have no idea of what you're saying in most of your songs, I love you. Your voice and the way you present your ideals and the ideals of Oomph! are amazing. If the only thing I was permitted to do was lay on the ground and listen to your voice, I would be only too happy to do so.
Some of my love needs to be directed to your companions in the musical world. To Flux I say, 'I have never been attracted to someone I have never heard speak, until now.' And to Crap... God, I love your hair.