Answer:
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.