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This Armistice Tab

by The Receiving End Of Sirens


Song: This Armistice
Artist: The Receiving End of Sirens
Album: Between The Heart and the Synapse

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: (, , , , , )


D] ---2---|
A] ---3---|
F] ---4---|
C] ---4---|
G] ---2---|
C] ---x---|

D] ---0---|
A] ---2---|
F] ---2---|
C] ---2---|
G] ---0---|
C] ---x---|

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


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



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

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

As they serenade to the parade of paid off parts.

And the only thing left to discuss
    
Is the details of this armistice.
                                     
We’ve come to this agreement…
                 
Check my vitals.

The truth is vile but vital to this cause.

I’ve been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.

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.

We’re all puppets;

We’re all marionettes.


We’re all puppets;

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

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

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

The truth is vile but vital to this cause.

I’ve been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.

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;

We’re all puppets

We’re all marionettes.

And the only thing left to discuss

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

The heart and the synapse.