If your mind was like a car, then I already have your wheels spinning helplessly in the mud. Your differential is broken, abused, and done. I have split your mind, seperating your concious and unconcious, only to take over both. You are helpless, spinning your wheels and finding no traction with any of your efforts. I continue to carve into you, diverting all power away from your axles and keeeping it all for myself. And the harder you floor it, the deeper you dig your hole..
