If two’s company, and three’s a crowd, what are four and five?

I pierce to heal, and I bite to bind, two different worlds of a similar kind. On a quiet desk, I keep chaos in place, in a room of red, I close up the space. Feed me metal teeth to finish the deed, secure a wound or a document in need.

I can read high and I can read low, Or I put your homeostasis on show.

A word for the best tales and the mountain heights

The ear’s ability added to a steeped beverage will keep you alive