I live, yet don't breathe,

I am freezing.

I am never thirsty, but i always drink.

WHAT AM I?

I cannot be felt, seen or touched;
Yet I can be found in everybody;
My existence is always in debate;
Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?

Who makes it, doesn't tell it.
Who gets it, doesn't know it.
Who knows what it is, doesn't want it.

What is it?