What has teeth but not a mouth, without a body, nor a snout. It's sharp as a blade, it helps things be made

What can go up a chimney when down but can't go down a chimney when up?

I rise in war with walls held tight, or built from pillows late at night. Both strong and soft, I serve the same, a place of shelter is my aim.

I became atheist, yet I'm always in dreams Flickering inside a trap of soft and hard But I suppose I could also be a girl if I start from zero But again, I guess I'm all three

That which leads to spillways, half a strike's score, away from alleyways, otherwise Penniwise.