Answer:
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.