The Receiving End Of Sirens - This Armistice Chords

I figured out the chords according to the acoustic version of this song. Albeit simple, 
it does the job if you are wanting to sing over it. TREOS = <3.

Song tuned full step down.
Tuning: (C, G, C, F, A, D)

Bm
D] ---2---|
A] ---3---|
F] ---4---|
C] ---4---|
G] ---2---|
C] ---x---|
A
D] ---0---|
A] ---2---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---2---|
G] ---0---|
C] ---x---|
Bm7
D] ---2---|
A] ---3---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---4---|
G] ---2---|
C] ---x---|
D?
D] ---0---|
A] ---3---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---0---|
G  ---x---|
C] ---x---|

D
D] ---2---|
A] ---3---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---0---|
G] ---x---|
C] ---x---|
A?
D] ---5---|
A] ---5---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---0---|
G] ---0---|
C] ---x---|


Bm
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore.
                                     A
Yet still I fall victim from syntax omitted.

Just shy of something I could understand.
                         Bm
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
                                                   A
Playing their most convincing tunes

As they serenade to the parade of paid off parts.
Bm
And the only thing left to discuss
    A
Is the details of this armistice.
Bm                                     A
We’ve come to this agreement…
Bm                 Bm7
Check my vitals.

The truth is vile but vital to this cause.
A
I’ve been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.
Bm7
Give me gravity, give me clarity. Give me something to rely
on.

Tell me who’s pulling the strings;

Tell me who’s that move for.
Bm
We’re all puppets;

We’re all marionettes.

A
We’re all puppets;

We’re all marionettes.
                Bm
These body parts of plans.
                                    A
Passed by my hands, my hands shake through handshakes

Forsaken by my limbs.
                        Bm
My limbs sing the hymns, the hymns of a tyrant
                                A
In a crumbling pantheon

As inhabitants will raise their fists and bid him disarm.
Bm                 Bm7
Check my vitals.

The truth is vile but vital to this cause.
A
I’ve been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.
Bm7
Give me gravity, give me clarity. Give me something to rely
on.

Tell me who’s pulling the strings;

Tell me who’s that you move for;
Bm
We’re all puppets

We’re all marionettes.
Bm
And the only thing left to discuss

                                           Bm7
Is the details of this armistice.
                                            A
We’ve come to this agreement
A                                  D?                 D
Oh, how I’ve been teething in light of your misleading.
                         A?
You’ve caused this collapse between

The heart and the synapse.