I wear a thousand faces but show none of me, I lend you another’s voice then set you free. Keep me long enough and your true name flees.

My first three is black and white, with red inside. My last four can toll the hour. Together, more of me is the only prescription for a fever.

I aid in covering a full moon. Coffee, Bible, and Orion share my name. I shield you as you’re lost in words.

I hold what you’ve done though I cannot act, I steal the present but return it back; Lose me and you lose yourself

made of plastic I may be, some will kill to get to me. With several numbers I'm inscribed, which to the public you should hide. If the link to me is broken, I become merely a token, I'll serve you well if you stay true to paying when my bill is due.