I think the intro sounds best all on barre chords, ie start on the 2nd fret for the F#m
and end up at the 12th fret for the E. As for the rest of the song, sounds best when
using the 5th root B chord on the second fret, and the corresponding F#m on the second 
fret. I tend to use open D and E chords, has a nice sound. I actually worked this out 
from a
live performance from 2009, when it was known as "Fool of a Martyr". But back then it 
was in a different key, if you're trying to play that version, try putting it up 3 
semitones, and the groundwork is mostly there!

Intro
F#m Abm A B C#m D E

B                      F#m
Dead lungs command it.
B                            F#m
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
     B                       F#m
And show us you've earned it
      B                 F#m
The cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes


E                 F#m
So long to this wretched form
E          F#m
Them grey eyes on the subway.
E     F#m
Long before you were born
           D                      E
You were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.


B                        F#m
"Listen now we won't tell anyone
B                 F#m
But you gonna tell the world
B                         F#m
This whole life ain't been any fun.
B                F#m
Now your viscera unfurls,

        E                    F#m
as you rise. Rise from your burning fiat and
E               F#m
go. Go get my suitcase, would you?
E                  F#m                         D
You've thoroughly blown their minds and now I must
                         E
Have passage home. Your life. Just two veins from your heart."

B F#m x 3
D E


F#m              Abm
You're not invisible now.
A                B
You just don't exist.
C#m              D
Your mother must be so proud.
E
You sublimate yourself granting us a wish

B F#m x 2

B            F#m
A primitive mural on the wall
B              F#m
to fortify your grim resolve.
B                  F#m
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
B                 F#m
Another grain of indigent salt for the

E                      F#m
sea. Good night to these wretched forms.
E             F#m
All them grey eyes on the subway.
E         F#m                          D
So long before you were born you were always
                  E
to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.

B